It roars everywhere, through the walls, In between the bricks
If I stand very still, the humming of the air becomes a lullaby
When I miss and I try not to, but your memory bites and kicks
When I cry and I tried not to, but It was so hard to say goodbye

I can hear the voice of the city, and how it shouts and how it hushes
Even when It moves around and stars dim over the light of sunrise
And when I am sleep, it wakes up and its all lights and rushes
Then it starts to sing your words out loud, It hums and again it tries

Now that I notice its not the city I am in, i think its my own heart
Cause it doesn’t matter where, when, why,for how long or how much
The thumping,the rate, the rythm that moves me from the start
Seems to have in its timing,in its beat, seems to be always alert

-snge. 2011