the world seems too cluttered
i can't hear my own thoughts
everywhere i go i am bombarded
with a million words
or things to believe in
i am drowning
till i shut it all off
and listen
to the voice
under the noise
under the noise
listen to the voice
under the noise
under the noise
listen to the voice
under the noise
breakdown
i fall down
six a.m.
no place to go
the silence between the nightlife
and the daytime
gives me a moment to reflect
to find myself
a vampire i became because
until all else sleeps
i can't hear myself
in the night
i listen
for the voice
under the noise
under the noise
i listen for the voice
under the noise
under the noise
i listen for the voice
under the noise
under the noise
i roam the empty streets
three a.m. on monday
when all the clamour
and glamour
has gone to sleep
there in the still of the night
when few have there eyes open wide
i find the voice inside
under the noise
under the noise
i find the voice
under the noise
under the noise
i find the voice
under the noise
under the noise
i find the voice