Instead of moving
You stared into the wall
Tangled up in a pileIt′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
