You feel it, don't you
when the night gets quiet.
When the bird cease to sing,
and the wind stops its riot.
You feel it when the laughter dies.
When the conversation softens,
and when the baby stops its cries.
You feel it, don't you
when the task gets too much.
When the stress and you are one,
and you realise every touch.
You feel it when the darkness becomes whole.
In your lungs, in your heart,
when you're alone with your thoughts and your soul.
Guess who's back eitb the depressing shit
(It's me)
