The Headphonist - Kinky

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 sunglasses, 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