作词 : Jorge Manuel Cajias Calvet
作曲 : 童年
Jenny Joyce
Drowns her voice
She's the silence yearning for the noise

Dreams of scenes
On T.V.
Thinks of lights but knows not what they mean

When will she find a way?
Will she know just what to say?
Is it time for her to realize
The world spins through your eyes

Jenny Joyce
Drowned her voice
She was the silence yearning for the noise

Withered flowers
Lonesome hours 
Next to stone the price of fame is sour