Quando la solitudine non è più beata solitudo ma diventa isolamento, prigionia; una contraddittoria, masochistica emarginazione vissuta però come forma di protezione: «Keep me distant / when they come too close». Nel finale, la seconda voce ribatte colpo su colpo alla tesi secondo cui «I don’t need / to be like them…»
Take me
use me
fill me up
come inside me
do whatever you want
…just don’t let me be alone
Keep me steady
when I’m about to fall
Say the words
I can’t at all
I tried to name you
keep you outside
but every word
came back as mine
leave me
pass me
forget me
go around me
do whatever you want
…but protect me
Keep me distant
when they come too close
Get me away
before I go
I never knew
when to reply
how long to look
when to be kind
you fix it all
before I try
It’s quiet now
I feel at rest
the light fades
between the houses
I watch the people
I don’t need
to be like them (…do you believe it?)
(you build small rooms
inside your silence)
It’s quiet now (…too quiet now)
I feel at rest (…for how long?)
the light fades (…and nothing moves)
between the houses (…between the walls)
I watch the people (…watching you)
I don’t need to be like them (…or be with them?)