Where can you run
to escape from yourself?
Where will you go?
Where could you hide?
Who could you trust enough
to fight by your side...?

How could you sleep
in the middle of nowhere,
when all you want is loneliness
and all you're going to get is
desert?

How could you cry
on a mournful street
when all you need
is happiness?

Maybe forgiveness
is right where you stand,
maybe sadness has stories to tell,
but how could you hear them,
when all you want is silence?