I can hear the echoes of everything
in anything
with my heart full to brimming
always with tears

I make a lump of that sticky roll-of-day
snagged inside
by sounds coming from outside
I don't under

And I keep swallowing it swallowing down
coughing it up
making sounds no one should make
I am under

Impressions so many impressions under
silhouettes loud
with opinions just like yours
we are under

Stood for a moment in a maelstrom of all
rushing along
light racing for darker-ness
all asunder