Sweet

lit-

tle

voice

that

re-

peats

what

"they"

say

Ai-

ry

like

an

o-

pen

land-

scape

Fer-

tile

for

thoughts

that

have

yet

to

grow...

So

al-

low

me

to

plant

e-

very-

thing

i

know

E-

ve-

ry

sign

says

turn

a-

way

From

this

sweet

lit-

tle

waist

and

por-

ce-

lain

face

So

death-

ly

pale

but

beam-

ing

with

light

To

shine

on

my

pa-

the-

tic

life

And

I

try

to

stay

ab-

stract

and

in-

tact,

But

she

pulls

me

to

the

flame

And

si-

len-

ces

the

words,

And

leaves

me

here

a-

gain

On

through

the

crowds

of

re-

pressed

in-

mates

Shak-

ing

their

fists

at

the

thoughts

of

es-

cape

You

and

I

could

live

like

the

first

day

We

breathed

the

light

and

felt

the

earth

shake

And

I

try

to

stay

ab-

stract

and

in-

tact,

But

she

pulls

me

to

the

flame

And

si-

len-

ces

the

words,

And

leaves

me

here

a-

gain