I have been looking for truth in silence,
I have stayed up all night long,
I am waiting for new information
of which I knew all along.

I have been trading in all of my secrets,
I have been fishing for a life,
I have been falling in love with strangers,
whilst searching for wife.

I have been thinking of quitting smoking,
oh, you've heard that one before,
but stagnation sets in with old habit
and temptation closes the door.

I have been studying great romantics,
I have been drinking in the bath,
I have been coding all troubles to words,
and reciting Sylvia Plath.

I've heard that truth will be found in silence
and solace within a song,
so I've been framing my life in artwork,
I've been faltering to belong.