It’s not death because
only you feel your absence
And the birds translate
the broken windows’ whistling.
It’s death because
only you feel your absence
And the birds don’t understand
the broken windows’ song
is just the wind.
It’s not death because
only you feel your absence
And the birds translate
the broken windows’ whistling.
It’s death because
only you feel your absence
And the birds don’t understand
the broken windows’ song
is just the wind.
