The Trees All Look The Same
Tell me how it has to be and I can listen

I would listen but your silence is a

Sliver of a mirror

Your silence is a sliver of a mirror,

And I can see

I can see...

And the forest is filled up with winter

And the wind burns my ears

I can't see you, I can't hear you

But the trees whisper your name

And the trees all look the same

Your words stagger drunk with meaning

And you say them, and I hear you

But you mumble, is it just a bad


You mumble, is it just a bad translation

Where's the window?

I can't breathe....