Quiet
"Quiet down," she said
Speaking to the back of his head
On the edge of her bed
I can see your blood flow
I can see your cells grow
Hold still a while
Don't spill the wine
'Cause I can see it all from here
I can see it
I can see
Weather systems of the world
Of the world
Weather systems of the world
And every time you turn the soil
Another cloud begins, 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
Oh, now I can see
Weather systems of the world
Of the world
Weather systems of the world
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