Quiet is how you like it With the follies and the errors Like on sunday when you asked "how's your life been Now that your altar's been torn down?" I'll be your alibi with sound In the summer with fortunes Crossing your path You look back with a glance I'll be watching through fences Locked behind gates I'll see you walk ahead in years Silence will be with you I would not dare to see you stare If stares were sold in stores I'd buy you just a few now Just enough to get you by It could be enough until the next time you're gone