silent iz tha night
never did i hear tha night right
ears grip tight
to tha silence of tha night
or did i hear tha night right
tha nights air iz cold
telling me its lips are never placed on hold
a sheet in tha wind iz how my thoughts unfold
bulding a house of cards n tha wind i waz told
tha cold air of tha night controled my ear lob like a mould
my train of thought grows mold
concatenation made out 2 b slow
stillness makes replacements show
my heart beats in a basement below
while action wurds sink below tha plateau
arising frum tha ocasion always says ill go
leaving quick forgotten wat i know
wrinkles of mistakes never grow old
make everything ready to be under sold
makes it all priceless more than solid gold
so why should tha night speak
jus ta give an excuse of why like old stairs words squeak
or iz tha night air waitin for u to speak
maybe jus tryin ta get u ta stand 2 ur feet
afraid to no defeat
battles and wars are never ment 2 b nice and neat
cleaned with bleach
makes all tha colors of experince and diffrence a silent speech
it wasnt tha nights deceit
whispers of tha night seem incomplete
when u stoped listening ta tha cold night ur consumed by ur own heat
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