Yearling
Follows the strain
Of summer dry
Grassy hillside
Shoulder
She disappears
Among the grit
Noise is
Destroying
The beautiful things
I want to hear
Everytime
I find peace
To listen then its...
Ree, ruh, hum, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter
Turn up
The beautiful things
Until it becomes
The new noise
Damaging
Eardrums
Then it's...
Ree, ruh, hum, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter