The Rest Is Silence...

The fall has settled into town,
Herald of the winter,
You see all the withered leafs resting on the ground,
You feel a cold breeze sneak up behind you,
Knocks on your back door and reminds you,
It won't be long,
Before the winter chill,
Comes along,
You grip tightly on your jacket,
Sit down on a park bench,
Light a cigarette,
And think of the times that were,
The times that are and will be,
And those that ain't gonna be anymore,
The rest is silence,
The rest is silence,
The rest is silence,
The rest is silence,
A frail tear,
Trickles down your troubled face,
'Cause you know, that like the brown leafs all around you,
You too will fall from grace one day,
So you walk up to the bus stop,
With the music of all the yesterdays you've had,
And the tomorrows that have not yet come,
Ringing in your ears,
And an uncertain and naive fear,
Lingers near,
You sit down and rest your head,
On the cold and misty window,
You look out to all the people standing round,
And wish things wouldn't be so,
The naked trees, like disarmed soldiers,
Standing in a line,
They tell stories and paint pictures,
That we're much too blind,
And cannot see,
The rest is silence,
The rest is silence,
The rest is silence,
The rest is silence
So you step out onto the curb,
And listen to the busy streets,
The sound of silence cracks,
And begins to breath,
And bleed all over the tracks,
As the sun fades,
The truth knocks you back,
You never trully stay,
You can only linger for some time,
But eventually you'll fade away,
The rest is silence,
The rest is silence,
The rest is silence,
The rest is silence.

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