When I first saw these sad grey blocks of flats,
I had no clue that they would be my place.
They stood next to an ugly church
which pierced the air with coarse and chilling bells;
its shape and color didn’t feel like home
or a house of God...

First night I dreamt that I was hovering
under the ceiling, kept by an evil thing.
And then the bells, they woke me up;
their chilling sound had made the nightmare stop.
And so I learnt that even ugly sounds
can be alright…

When I feel strong that I don't have a place,
when I feel lost in a dark and hopeless maze,
I know there are sounds abound
with which I hope to stand another round.
And so I listen, and I play these sounds
to be alright.