He was like a stone as stoic as ever
Admiring the blooming garden
Mybe hoping or waiting to be carved
She's hoping or wanting it to rain
Voices were lost, the wind forgot  to say

Hides among the faces
Your sight goes right through him
As he stands there invisible

Sees you among the faces
But you wont know anything
As he stands there invisible

Disrupt the motion erase it
Now your heart's pale
It Looks so killable