كلمات The Trees All Look The Same

Tell me how it has to be and I can listen I would listen but your silence is a Sliver of a mirror Your silence is a sliver of a mirror, And I can see I can see... And the forest is filled up with winter And the wind burns my ears I can't see you, I can't hear you But the trees whisper your name And the trees all look the same Your words stagger drunk with meaning And you say them, and I hear you But you mumble, is it just a bad Translation You mumble, is it just a bad translation Where's the window? I can't breathe....