Quiet

Quiet down she said

Speaking to the back of his head

On the edge of her bed

I can see your blood flow

Your cells grow



Hold still a while

Don't spill the wine

I can see it all from here

I can see

I can see

Weather systems of the world



And every time you turn the soil

Another cloud begins to boil



Some things you say

Are not for sale

I would hold that we're

All free agents

Of a substance or scale



Hold still a while

Don't spill the wine

I can see it all from here

I can see

I can see

Weather systems of the world