In A Quiet World

My old friend, tell me: where have you been? Have I wasted away? Did you wait 'til the end? And how have you been? I can't remember your eyes. All the stars are still here, and all my tears turn to time. My old friend My old friend, tell me: where ha

Maybe there's a weight on the way the stars wait for the light of day and the way light moves. I'm tired of the constellations and fights for euthanasia. Did we ever really land on the moon? Maybe there's a weight on the words "I miss you." Do t