Panic stops

And here is serenity.

Whatever will be, will be

And a girl does not love me

And my words are a bore

And my music is hopeless

And my friends cast me off

But here is serenity:

I'm a little bit free

And I can do as I wish

And parade into town on a Saturday night

Alone, mark you,

To sketch the shadow of the theatre

And listen to a little PJ Harvey

And shiver,

But despite the cold,

Here is serenity.