The world is too loud for these delicate ears.
The people resting about my trembling skull sob if terror.
The traffic shrieks as it passes my sopping window.
I am alone in this noise, no sweet lover's hands to cradle my head.
I am alone in this noise.
The people resting about my trembling skull sob if terror.
The traffic shrieks as it passes my sopping window.
I am alone in this noise, no sweet lover's hands to cradle my head.
I am alone in this noise.