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