The Mute - Radical Face
Well as a child I mostly spoke
inside my head
I had conversations with the clouds
the dogs the dead
And they thought my broken
that my tongue was coated lead
But I just couldn't make my words
make sense to them
If you only listen with your ears
I can't get in
And I spent my evenings pulling stars
out of the sky
And I'd arrange them on the lawn
where I would lie
And in the wind I'd taste the dreams
of distant lives
And I would dress myself up
in them through the night
While my folks would sleep in separate beds
and wonder why
And through them days
I was a ghost atop my chair
My dad considered me a cross
he had to bear
And in my head I'd sing apologies
and stare
As my mom would hang
the clothes across the line
the empty from her eyes
So then one afternoon
I dressed myself alone
I packed my pillowcase with
everything I owned
And in my head I said goodbye
then I was gone
And I set out on the heels
of the unknown
So my folks could have a new life
of their own
And that maybe
I could find someone
Who could hear the only words
that I'd known
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