Windows

She looked at me so sad and said, "no, nothing, no I just can't make sense. Not sure of anything or who I am, and if I'm sure I'm sure of that." I let the silence sing. "I want to tell you everything, all about how this last year has been." Well I can't say I know how you feel. I let the silence sing. In being here, I find some peace. In the face of everything, I find harmony. How can I say that in a way that you'd believe? I let the silence sing.