Don't speak so loudly If you don't want to be heard I spin around the bark of a tree And the wheels imitate me What if I'm a maniac Out on the road? I am an insomniac But my eyes are always closed And one day they'll open And see the life That's been waiting Waiting And the flame to which you're holding Does it save you From your darkness? And your blindness? And I feel myself move to you Though my wings have been shattered Shattered And I feel I've broken into two One is fixed One is scattered, though unravelled In the draft In the daytime In the dead sky In the words you preserve For the love you unearth And through the stillness in the air I am inspired Not concealed, but revealed Something real, something you feel Something is here Something untouched, inside you brain Not tamed, not contained, not misbehaved It radiates the flame you encase The flame you embrace The flame maintain The flame that you stake Into solid ground