LOUD SILLENCE

the wind's smoking my cigar

no will to raise an arm

fell nauseos by living

fell numb by not being

outside a poor man's smilling

by no reason

he just enjoys living

the wind's cleaning my face

it's so dirty by the ashes

of all nonsmoked cigars

of all passing cars

outside a couple's walking

to nowhere

they're just loving

the wind's clearing my mind

but the migrane still keeps

keeps on reminding me

all i wanted to be

outside the city is living

in sillent noise

it just keeps on going

keeps on noising

keeps on sillencing

keeps...