The funeral cars crawl down. The heartbreak side of town. The mourners all discuss. The boy who caused a fuss. . We chopped a billion trees. To print up eulogies.
It's hard to act so simply, it's easy to make noise. I worship the silence that sings like a bird. I long for the moon as it looks from the earth. But to have and to hold it, I'd only suggest, suggest.
It's hard to act so simply, it's easy to make noise. I worship the silence that sings like a bird. I long for the moon as it looks from the earth. But to have and to hold it, I'd only suggest, suggest.