Echoes that somehow 
Can surround us 
Can resound through stillness 
Like thoughts of shifting this balance 

Ideas of ideals convolve like intricate phases 
Your revelations displayed at two thousand expositions 
The mind is going out now 
Slowly passing by windows 
And someone's silver shatter-shape 

Re-form perfect symmetry 
And give us dis-concord 
Find a place to be now 
To a-view the beauty of [bad word] 
In a surplus of noise that no one hears 
Where silence surrounds us 

Idyllic translation 
From quiet to noise 
In every city street made of steel and concrete 
Passing adjoining buildings that fall apart 
Forever sincere 
Remind me of these times 

All features shattered 
Slightly off-key 
Scattered and forgotten 
The patterns vividly deformed 

Shine a light on placid visions to revere 
Found a place where [bad [bad word] down