Darkness come down on me and cover me

Fog, hey, come falling and hide me away

Silence come fill my ears and still the

Bustling of the crowd

Loneliness come reach for me and

Keep me company

 

I wish the clouds were closing in and

Bring on the rain

Sweeping away all the mess in my head

All the junk we are fed

 

Most of the time I'm being swallowed

By ubiquitous claims of false prophets not to be followed

They don't leave much space to my own interpretation

Of dark and light and its' many complications

 

If I could I'd be living miles away from you and from it all

On a mountain's top in a pithos making my life worth wile

I'll think about it all, I'll observe the waning of the moon

And all the things that matter to me

Things that matter per se

Don't disturb my thoughts.