a question for the ear, that cannot hear
a truth be told, could u bear??
a crying baby, the still cradle
the careless mother, the true fable
the sugar melts with the stir...
the memories starting to leave a shiver....
a stranger, walking behind,watching over
she seems so right,so clear
now i fall into the hole,and i can take no more
and i fall into the hole and i can take no more
the noise has gone so soft
the grunge has died with a passing thought
the river never seemed so worried
into a death he gets carried.
