[FRID]
Lie here with me on the grass
Let the wind be our words
As the night smiles down
Don't they know, don't they?
No, they don't, do they?
Silly people, silly people
Silly people...

Voices glide by, let them pass
Let them float in their words
Till they slowly drown
Don't they know, don't they
What they want?
Silly, silly people
Patient and polite
Crying in their teacups
Shying from the night

When now it smiles
It smiles for lovers
When next it smiles
It smiles for fools
The last it smiles
It smiles for them
The others
The rememberers
The truly silly people
Them...
And us...
And all...

Lie then with me, closer still
You can float in my arms
Till we gently drown
Don't they know, don't they
What it means, dying?
Silly people, silly people...

Float and flow
And down we go
To drown