Like on a rainy day, I stay at home for hours
Wood surrounds my solitude
I feel like I belong to silence
Only a few strangers' voices resound

In the hollow of this light rest, slowly fall the tips of the knives
Yet, they once seemed so soft and nice
They are shaped by the night and sharpened by the early light
They reach inside, and suddenly, I miss the noises of the world

Even on this train, you make me feel at home
Would you take me in your arms?
I feel like I belong to your place
Only loving voices resound

But in the hollow of this light rest
Slowly fall the tips of the knifes
Yet, they once seemed so soft and nice

They are shaped by the night and sharpened by the early light
They reach inside, and suddenly, I miss the noises of the world