all the rumors they seem true but he retains the same way of thinking but if ignorance is bliss why does he feel the opposite he can only sleep well through the night if its cold how fitting since living his life in the same sort of fashion is what he tends to do watch him fake his smile too you know he would be fine without you in his life from time to time he breaks free but along then falls the night silently hopings a rough form of coping as isolation grows his head spins his eyes open but only just for show only just for show far across the plain there stands a statue its wide awake but crumbles when the sun rises and the day it holds no virtue when rubble turns to grain it is not gone ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh you know he would be fine without you you know he would be fine without you  you know he would be fine without you you know he would be fine without you you know he would be fine without you you know he would be fine without you you know he would be fine without you
['ambient folk']