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Which one are you afraid of, noise or peace?
Which one are you avoiding, loneliness or a crowd?

Why are you crying, when someone's baby is laughing next door?

You're deep water, an unreachable mountain
A forgotten loft, you're a titanic cover

Why are you crying, when someone's baby is laughing next door?
Why are you crying, when there's someone singing about love on the radio?

Speak with the voice I can hear,
with the words I understand,
with the poems I get
There has to be a subtitle on you,
something to explain your secrets,
an all-knowing narrator
Speak with the voice I can hear

I'm simple, always wanting for explanations
You're a complicated map, a trip in foreign lands

Why are you crying, when there's someone singing about love on the radio?

Speak with the voice I can hear,
with the words I understand,
with the poems I get
There has to be a subtitle on you,
something to explain your secrets,
an all-knowing narrator
Speak with the voice I can hear