Whispering Sons
No Image
They take me to the end
Of myself
They take me to the end

I don’t see what they see
In myself
I don’t see what they see

How much I like to transgress
The sanctity of this scenery
Obliterate the imagery
That hangs over me like a gown
And all the while their voices sing
I just keep humming along

How hard I want to laugh
With the absurdity of this scenery
Obliterate the imagery
That hangs over me like a gown
And all the while their voices sing
I just keep humming along

First a stone
Then a form
A statue
Wrapped in cloth

First the fire
Then the fog
A statue
Wrapped in cloth

I exhaust myself
Trying to see
I exhaust myself

How much I like to transgress
The sanctity of this scenery
Obliterate the imagery
That hangs over me like a gown
And all the while their voices sing
I just keep humming along

First a stone
Then a form
A statue
Wrapped in cloth

First the fire
Then the fog
A statue
Wrapped in cloth

First a stone
Then a form
A statue
Wrapped in cloth

First the fire
Then the fog
A statue
Wrapped in cloth