I love the quiet,
I love to think,
take out all the riot
in one quicky blink.

I think of my past,
of all of the fun,
I wish it could’ve last,
but my future must run.

Into the present,
the present it goes,
where it stops,
whoever knows.

I love the quiet,
so I can think of the past,
I love the quiet,
I wish it could last.