Disappearing

Built To Spill

silence, silence fills my dreams

with other beautiful things

flowers, flowers fill my fields

with life precious and real



chorus:

but what for?

how can i need more than my heart can take?

though there is no cure

my heart would break

but i need more

much more than dreams

yes, i need more than beautiful things



sunlight, sunlight falls to night

succumbs to darkness

silence, silence fills my dreams with other beautiful things



(chorus)

disappearing..

(chorus)

yeah yeah