The birds sing silently,
the flowers start to cry,
you ask yourself why,
in the field with no privacy.
The trees whisper to you,
'you're a fool',
'look what you blew',
What you did was so cruel.
The birds sing silently,
the flowers start to cry,
you ask yourself why,
in the field with no privacy.
The trees whisper to you,
'you're a fool',
'look what you blew',
What you did was so cruel.