A Small Clearing کے بول

Used to be surrounded By a forest of pine But I made a small clearing I called it mine There was mist every morning It hung suspended in air Diffusing rays of the sunlight Making a glow of the glare Is it a funeral for heart and soul? Is it a funeral for heart and soul? One day some strangers stopped over And so I wasn't alone They started to like it out here They started calling it home Retreated into my bedroom I was locked, barred, and bored And now the bird at my window She doesn't sing anymore Is it a funeral for heart and soul? Is it a funeral for heart and soul? I need you Sing to me at the top of your lungs At the top of your lungs You never cared so why would you start now? You never cared Why would you start now? You never cared so why would you start now? You never cared Why would you start now?