Instead of moving You stared into the wall Tangled up in a pile It’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 [Instrumental Bridge] 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