The song goes on

I'm only one of my many mouths

One that will be still so soon

What stands behind me, I stand here like a tree

What stands behind me, I stand here like a tree

And the song goes on, beautiful

The song goes on, beautiful

The song goes on, beautiful

The song goes on, beautiful

I am the rest between two notes which always seem to be clashing

Because our face knows, wants to climb over

But in the dark space reconciled, they both stay there trembling

And our face knows, wants to climb over

And the song goes on, beautiful

The song goes on, beautiful

The song goes on, beautiful

The song goes on, beautiful