Listening to distant chattering Passing by, passing by Voices in my head are rumbling It sucks me dry, sucks me dry People are asking all these questions I don't reply, I don't reply So I'm sinking in deeper in And don't comply, don't comply I am longing for a sound to Fill me up inside, fill me up inside I am waiting for a wave to Turn the tide around, turn the tide around But in a room with no view, I see A vision come true, and it stands beside me An apparition with no shape that I see Is turning around, now I see it before me