The quietest hour is not silence
The heart’s power does not lay in science
But in love
Or out of luck
It shouts so loud that no one listens

Deny the day its beginning
The ending is already written
Stay in bed
Scribbled notebooks land
and out of tune keep on singing

Clouded water like a veil
Uncover everything I know
They look out
I look in and down
Like a ship lost at sea out of here I sail

The loudest waking is not the morning breaking
But my heart
Into pieces I do not care to save
I give them up to the trust
There will be much more important saving
After all this waiting,
hating and love