NormandyHacker

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping
left its seeds while I was sleeping.
And the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains,
within the sound of silence.

At first flash of eden, we race down to the sea.
Standing there on freedoms shore.
Waiting for the sun

You are here alone again,
All too calm, you hide yourself from reality.
Do you call it solitude? Do you call it liberty?
When all the world turns away to leave you lonely.

Oh tell me where your freedom lies.
The streets are fields that never die.
Deliver me from reasons why.
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly.

I will tell you about the sun
You are here, no escape
From my vision of the world
You will cry all alone
But it does not mean a thing to me.