[Hōkago Tea Time covers the Art of Noise in one of its darker periods; ca. early Qiyue (July), 291 ASC]

The midday sky was grey and purple
At least it wasn't blue
I want the sky to be the way I am and what I do
For I have been a lost and lonely sailor on your sea
Run aground by trusting signals you were sending me

The streets are filled with empty faces
Nothing here is new
It's just the same in other places I have journeyed to
I was the first across the water, last upon the land
I walked out of the silver mines, my pockets full of sand

Alone inside my head
Alone inside my room
I feel alone inside my head
Alone inside my tiny little world

It's not my life in those old pictures
The ones you threw away
For I was always someone else and always far away
A-walking in the darkest places where the mission meets
A-waiting for the ground to open up beneath my feet

Alone inside my head
Alone inside my room
I feel alone inside my head
Alone inside my tiny little world

Alone inside my head
Alone inside my room
I feel alone inside my head
Alone inside my world
I'm alone inside my head
Alone inside my room
I feel alone inside my head
Alone inside my tiny little world

- Big Country
"Alone"
The Buffalo Skinners (1993)