Instead Of Moving You Stared Into The Wall Tangled
Up In A Pile It′s Early Make No Sound
Living In A Pile It's Chaos But It Works
Planes Flying Overhead So Early Dreadful Sound Four
Cypresses Seen From A Neighbor′s Yard No Memory, A
Future Drawing Down Planes Flying Overhead So Early
Make No Sound Four Cypresses Torn From The
Roadside Great Thundering Noise From The Hillside Some Thousands
Of Years Built It Up Some Crumbling Form To
Be Torn Down Living In A Pile Tangled
In A Pile It's Chaos But It Works