disappearing

Built To Spill

Silence, silence fills my dreams
with other beautiful things
flowers, flowers fill my fields
with life precious and real

chorus:
but what for?
how can i need more than my heart can take?
though there is no cure
my heart would break
but i need more
much more than dreams
yes, i need more than beautiful things

sunlight, sunlight falls to night
succumbs to darkness
silence, silence fills my dreams with other beautiful things

(chorus)
disappearing..
(chorus)
yeah yeah