Seven Years Of Observation

The city is too big
These people are too small
Whatever their thoughts
It don't matter at all

And he makes his way
Every day around town
From library to cafe
From silence into sound

He's done that so much
That by now it is clear
There's not much of a difference
Between these books and his beer

And he makes his way
Every day around town
From library to cafe
From silence into sound
Into sound
(sound, sound sound)

In the holiest of places
You'll find the loniest of man
And after seven years of obsеrvation
You find out you are one of them