Pj Harvey. White Chalk. Silence. Zeneszám

All those places
Where I recall
The memories that grip me
And pin me down

I go to these places
Intending to think
And think of nothing
But anticipate

Somehow expect you'll
Find me there
That by some miracle
You?d be aware

I?d risen this morning
Intending to break
The spell, my longing
Not to think

I freed myself from my family
I freed myself from work
I freed myself, I freed myself
And remained alone

And in my thinking
Steal you away
Though you never wanted me
Anyway

Silence, silence
Silence, silence
Silence, silence
Silence, silence