В колонках играет - depeche mode - macro

shut down my eyelids and cancel all the world by that only thought about you
i'd like to keep this escape key pressed forever

and when the reality is gone and twilight consumes all the pain there come the words
they are solid and shining, so ripe and complete and powerful that if i dare utter them my throat will bleed and my tongue will freeze
the unnamed feelings turn to unspoken words
and unspoken words too often remain unwritten vague thoughts and ideas, for which access to mind at the daytime should be forbidden

but word processors can keep deepest silence