| There is a Sound |
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| There is a sound like breaking glass |
| When water falls on dying grass |
| There is a sound sung by the sea |
| And plastic bags caught in trees |
| There is a sound all buildings cry |
| Right before the morning light |
| The quiet sound that’s left behind |
| When airplanes fall from the sky |
| It sleeps inside flourescent lights |
| And waiting rooms painted white |
| And late at night when you’re asleep |
| It follows you in your dreams |
