Bird By Snow
The Sound and the River Within the Sound
There is a sound, and there is no soundIn the empty sky at night, above all the car headlightsThere is a sound of living, of sacrifice and wealthYes, there is a sound, and there is no soundAnd in my darkest days, stumbling through tepid wavesI see a city on the hill, and nothing fills the skyWell, there is a sound, and there is no soundAnd it's in babies on the train, though it may be hard to see 'emAnd it's in a pretzel cart in Central PartOr the dead moose in the museumSo why not try to befriend?And surrender to endNo sky, no nothing, and no meThere is a sound, and there is no soundThere is a sound
From Letras Mania