Percebemos não saber (compreender) o que há-de ser dito.
Por isso mais vale o silêncio, estarmos calados.
"There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re sayin’.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can’t explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb."
'Comfortably Numb', Pink Floyd