| Death of a Tune |
|---|
| Silence from you is like |
| The death of a tune, oh |
| I have been driven down |
| By those nursery rhymes, oh |
| Am I troubled by youth |
| To be wordless and useless? |
| oh |
| Wordless and you |
| Wordless and you |
| It’s been the same forever |
| It’s the start of it all |
| A congregation |
| The meaning block |
| Spring and summer |
| When I enter the room |
| I hear the chirp of a lark, oh |
| Mumbling in a whine |
| My own melody line, oh |
| And if I sing to the wall |
| I’d be killing them all, oh |
| Killing them all |
| Killing them all |
| It’s the same expression |
| That’s been used on them all |
| A slow elation |
| That can warm the flock |
| Let’s keep it together |
| Am I just being used |
| When I hear mostly lies? |
| Oh |
| In confusion, I think |
| What a pity to rhyme, oh |
| Smothering my own muse |
| By a telepathy line, oh |
| Telepathy line |
| Telepathy line |
| If we abstain forever |
| We can start the love |
| It’s the same in heaven |
| As they fall apart |
| The mind recovers |
| The soul is lost |
| The body’s my brother |
