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

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