The idea & the execution;
Our only communication left is the sentence
(But we struggle to work out what we're trying to say)
We hold our Breath
And in between confusion sits and rests its head
Draws a Line: two meanings for these words
So we sing:
"Our friends could be
So easily gone, families forgotten
Loves cold in our arms", so quiet now
But the slightest variations they can be enough, all in all
All in All, the smallest things can be too much
We miss you all