Sick of screens that blind with light,
I’ll sing myself to sleep
and let all facts arrive to you
undeniably as night.
I watch the snow fall silently
and do not care to count.
I don’t want to tell you anymore
what it all amounts to.
The American Liberal Arts
Sick of screens that blind with light,
I’ll sing myself to sleep
and let all facts arrive to you
undeniably as night.
I watch the snow fall silently
and do not care to count.
I don’t want to tell you anymore
what it all amounts to.