Pale Young Gentlemen
Kettle Drum
Grass fought through the snow.Just like the rest, it grew togrow. And somewhere, on somedoorstep, a few curious knocksfilled an empty house.I left a note, and I hope you foundit my old friend.Alone I headed through with all Iever had an all I knew. And as Iwalked along, the wind through theleaves in the tress built like a song.And I like to sing, so I sang along.Banging on a kettle drum an army'sgone a war was won, and we couldtalk for hours or even not at all.Once I ached for something,something good and whole and trueand all my own. Didn't I tell you, ifI could find it, I'd leave a note?I left a note.Chorus
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