The Low Hum — Moby

Here I am alone in this empty room No sign of living here I hear the muffled conversation, of the neighbor, through the wall A strand of light hangs on the window But I can't help myself, I'm in love with this isolation

The city shimmers, our life the low hum And all that glitters may be gone And the sun walks in the sky light, in the spaces, when it starts Raining in and slowly the low hum The low hum

Like a tourist in some strange hotel, No time for worrying, my little safety, so I will live. Here I am alone in this empty room No sign of living here I'll be making conversation, in the spaces, singing low (?) A strand of light hangs on the window But I can't help myself, I'm in love with this isolation.