Please whisper lines of books that I should have read Can you still my hand that never rests? Tell me how it is again Oh, why I am still afraid of silence? I think I may never know Instead, we fill the air with violence Just to reap the grain we sow Don't worry, we're just thinking something Cup your hands on your mouth To hold an ocean You can't worry, we're just thinking something Cup your hands on your mouth To hold an ocean