Musher کے بول

I'd rather have nothing, pale, white and sweet. Modest, but something crawled up, asleep. And ever so slightly, down town, give us a call, right down truth or nothing at all. So give me the silence and right when it falls, there is something I don't recall. I'd rather have nothing, simple and small. Honest, but something that learned how to crawl. And ever so slightly, light brown, cough up a wall, right down truth or nothing at all. I live with this silence from winter 'till fall. There is something I don't recall. A thousand of miles out in the cold. If this ain't the way then I wasn't told. So give me the silence and right when it falls, there is something I don't recall.