[00:01.511]The town has folded up its day,
[00:07.000]The kettle cools upon the rack.
[00:12.289]The curtains keep the breeze at bay,
[00:16.200]And I am flat upon my back.
[00:22.956]The quiet makes the noise so clear,
[00:27.578]It hums a tune I didn’t know.
[00:32.844]The fears are pressing, pressing near,
[00:37.511]Then pull me where I would not go.
[00:40.900]The fan above my head is slow,
[00:46.256]The bedside lamp is down to low.
[00:51.567]The more I try to shut my eyes,
[00:56.256]The more each tiny worry multiplies.
[01:01.389]The fan above my head is slow,
[01:07.633]The bedside lamp is down to low.
[01:12.967]The words I never said are loud,
[01:17.589]They circle like a restless crowd.
[01:48.367]The quiet makes the noise so clear,
[01:53.033]It hums a tune I didn’t know.
[01:58.344]The fears are pressing, pressing near,
[02:02.911]Then pull me where I would not go.
[02:06.267]The fan above my head is slow,
[02:11.600]The bedside lamp is down to low.
[02:16.911]The more I try to shut my eyes,
[02:21.556]The more each tiny worry multiplies.
[02:25.467]The fan above my head is slow,
[02:32.867]The bedside lamp is down to low.
[02:38.178]The words I never said are loud,
[02:42.756]They circle like a restless crowd.