Round here the music is in stereo and the letters fly round pages, fly through pens There are echos of lost footsteps of lost travelers and their histories are covered by pale pink paint. These walls are so loud, as each one speaks in tounges of their own and when it's just me alone, the silence tears at my ears like a stone. Cause there's spinning and there's weaving and classes and curfews and outlines and girlfriends round here there are closed doors and heartaches and falling and failing and perfect and waiting round here Round here you go inside your place and you don't come out until i am long gone there is lonely in each breath you take and the cracks that fill your heart are deep and long You scream so silently, you scream for me Cause there's darkness and lightness and footloose and fantsy but i can't seem to find that free Round here we are lost round here we are stone round here we need everyone and everything round here we are numb. Round here there's loveless and needless and countless ways to lose me.

Alden Schell