Goin' around and around,
driven by that harsh sound,
babys cry and mothers swear,
people shout and do not care.
All that noise from overcrowded streets,
distorted sounds reflected by a plastered place,
those lumpy grooves made out of traffic beats,
blowing downright in your face.
When you fall asleep,
when there is no need,
when your mind reaches far,
I can see you as you are.