And I hear your Voice
I feel your gentle sound
And I don't care about the meaning
Your body speaks in love hideout
When it's foggy outside
He harmonize our words
And so we modulate our feelings
A shape of heed within impulsiveness
Sometimes we do shine
But it's harder than you think
Neither as young offenders
Nor as coming back
How to convey now
To get along is hard
And if the medium is the message
My thoughts are lost, they die with me
