Computer Perfection Silence Is A Shadow's Dream
I hear the trees talking
As the sun's revolving
Above the canopy
We barely make a sound
As we shade and paint the ground
I'm ground into the ground
We're compelled to follow
Our limbs often trampled
Then slink into hollows
To wait out the clouds
Still walking the halls when
Daylight comes a calling
Wherever you're off to I'm tagging along
Summer's gone
Autumn's come
Growing long and old it seems
Silence is a shadow's dream
Summer's gone
Autumn's come
I hear the axis spinning
As the world's beginning
To turn on the lights.
You couldn't shut the door
Before they took a little more
Of this hill and that green.
So mired in silence
I'm stepping behind
Still manning the depths
Of the Maginot Line
Or walking the willows
To be let alone
Pining, resigning to never let go
Summer's gone
Autumn's come
Growing long and old it seems
Silence is a shadow's dream
Summer's gone
Autumn's come
