quiet is how you like it
with the follies and the errors
like on sunday when you asked
"how's your life been
now that your altar's been torn down?"
i'll be your alibi with sound
in the summer with fortunes
crossing your path
you look back with a glance
i'll be watching through fences
locked behind gates
i'll see you walk ahead in years
silence will be with you
i would not dare to see you stare
if stares were sold in stores
i'd buy you just a few now.
just enough to get you by
it could be enough until the next time you're gone