The days are busy and filled with noise,
The chaos of the morning rules.
My mind is scattered into a thousand pieces,
My thoughts travel the world.
The television it distracts,
The flashing pictures numb me out.
But at the end of the day when you can't be avoided,
When I finally lay down to rest.
That is where I find you waiting for me,
It is the silence that kills me, that is where you hide.