Silence can be so loud, it's abrasive I'd look forward to home if I had one waiting Been traveling so long, so long, so long Been traveling so long, so long, so long If I'm self-pitying, not my intent Just trying to make sense of how I got so deep in so long, so long, so long I wanted solitude and that's what I got Now I'm a living island with only one thought: maybe I was wrong I wanted solitude and that's what I got Now I'm a living island with only one thought: maybe I was wrong Lost the original point, I'm unknowing Too scared to stop, so I keep on going Been traveling so long, so long, so long Been traveling so long, so long, so long Mystified by my designs can we ever see anything from the inside so long, so long, so long I wanted solitude and that's what I got Now I'm a living island with only one thought: maybe I was wrong