In this place where I'm so scared of making noise
I'll watch the people, full of grace and poise
Watch how they move their hands and feet
To the ever-present silent beat
Sometimes I think I'm the only one who hears it
This music that pushes and pulls so loudly I could never forget
Sometimes I think I'm the only one who does not
That everyone else is surrounded by a symphony I forgot
Either way, I watch them all, sitting in their chairs
Oblivious to each other's worries and cares
And I wonder about the universe in each one's head
And if I'll traverse all of mine before I am dead
And in this place where I'm so scared of being seen
I'll see nothing at all, unsure of what it could mean
Invisible, we all avoid each other's gaze
Isolated, focused on our own ways
And the air is full of little flakes of snow
Who never question where they must go
Or what they must do or who they should be
With grace, they accept the fact of gravity
And the room is full of familiar faces
Come together from far off places
And no one's sure of anyone's name
And no one bothers to ask why they all came
And in this place of strangers and quiet
I'm dancing too - invisible, I sit
For a moment to myself in a familiar dance
With no risk, no worries, no noise, no chance
With a scribbling pen in my hand
Focused only on things I understand
And the feel of paper between my fingers
Exhaling forcefully so none of it lingers
And I should study more and I should smile
But here I escape it all for awhile
For a moment of peace, and to watch the snow
And to forget about everywhere I must go
Because in this place where I'm so scared of making noise
I'm at one with the distance, silence, and poise
And there's nowhere I must go and nothing I must do
Only soft chairs, large windows, and aisles of books to skim through
I'll watch the people, full of grace and poise
Watch how they move their hands and feet
To the ever-present silent beat
Sometimes I think I'm the only one who hears it
This music that pushes and pulls so loudly I could never forget
Sometimes I think I'm the only one who does not
That everyone else is surrounded by a symphony I forgot
Either way, I watch them all, sitting in their chairs
Oblivious to each other's worries and cares
And I wonder about the universe in each one's head
And if I'll traverse all of mine before I am dead
And in this place where I'm so scared of being seen
I'll see nothing at all, unsure of what it could mean
Invisible, we all avoid each other's gaze
Isolated, focused on our own ways
And the air is full of little flakes of snow
Who never question where they must go
Or what they must do or who they should be
With grace, they accept the fact of gravity
And the room is full of familiar faces
Come together from far off places
And no one's sure of anyone's name
And no one bothers to ask why they all came
And in this place of strangers and quiet
I'm dancing too - invisible, I sit
For a moment to myself in a familiar dance
With no risk, no worries, no noise, no chance
With a scribbling pen in my hand
Focused only on things I understand
And the feel of paper between my fingers
Exhaling forcefully so none of it lingers
And I should study more and I should smile
But here I escape it all for awhile
For a moment of peace, and to watch the snow
And to forget about everywhere I must go
Because in this place where I'm so scared of making noise
I'm at one with the distance, silence, and poise
And there's nowhere I must go and nothing I must do
Only soft chairs, large windows, and aisles of books to skim through
