@migu music@

on a quiet night

you can hear the rustling of the leaves

distant voices carry softly in the breeze

and i'm inside my room

captured in a moment's thought

strumming on a chord from my guitar

silently, silently (silently)

so silently (so silently)

time hangs heavy in the air just like a cloud

i'm lying on my bed

scratching my head, wondering what it's about

are we all minstrels

playing in a three-ring circus

searching for a purpose that's not there

so silently (so silently, so silently, so silently)

everybody's thinking

gotta get ahead, gotta get ahead

everybody's drinking

hurrying, worrying, playing the game

all acting the same

as i look out through my windowpane

the wind, it can play tricks on your ear

like some unsolved mystery

we all guess at the ending, but nobody comes near