I'm walking alone again, with my headphones on And I don't want this anymore, To hit the streets without a chord Now this city is my song where I submerge myself Taking a long walk around the block Every little step, every single step becomes a note That I draw on the staff lines of the sidewalk I'm walking alone again, with my headphones on And I really really wanna run But at this moment, I'm listening to a very very soft song I'm walking alone again, with my headphones on And now I speak and I'm screaming Because I can't hear my own voice I'm walking alone again, with my headphones on I have to walk between smog behind sungla**es, inside my clothes Sometimes I feel that every simple thing has a sound And if it does--what kind of shape does the silence have? Even if the silence is still with me No one can hear it Even if the silence walks with me No one really hears it Sometimes I feel like everything has a sound And if it does, what kind of shape does the silence have? A sparkling new? A pocket size? A white one? A smoke one? One that you can use as a tatoo Or as a flag as an umbrella to protect you against the rain of noise that the city has? Or maybe it's a package, where the secret comes from Even if the silence is still with me No one can hear it Even if the silence walks with me No one really hears it Even if the silence is still with me No one can hear it Even if the silence is still with me