Sometimes the Sound Is Cold For Our Being

Sometimes the sound is cold for our being And night is frightful it’s not easy, pal, The anguish bites and evil boredom’s winning And new beginning would be very well. To write new tale so beautiful and tearless New happy tale for new and happy day To change the world the colour our feelings To lengthen dreams to find another way. And maybe howl’s unheard in your rush hour There is a warmth comfort in existence It’s good but there’s no blooming flower It seems to me I cannot find the sense. It seems to me my heart is howling lonely It bears the tremble and it bears the fright The tenderness is angry and not only And pain in chest has found its great delight.