Yppah

Fingers on the blackboard
When you are alone.
You like the sound beneath
The feelings on your arms and ears,
And all the time we had something.

Stand up high,
And reach for the sky,
And remind you that you are alive.

Fingers on the blackboard
When you are alone.
You like the sound beneath
The feelings on your arms and ears,
The sealing voice of a cold slate.