paroles de chanson A Small Clearing - John Ralston

Used to being surrounded
By a forest of pine
But I made a small clearing
And I called it mine
There was mist every morning
It hung suspended in air
Diffusing rays of the sunlight
Making a glow off the glare

Is it a funeral
For heart and soul?
Is it a funeral
For heart and soul?

One day some strangers stopped over
And so I wasn't alone
They started to like it out here
They started calling it home
Retreated into my bedroom
I was love-bored and bored
And now the bird at my window
She doesn't sing anymore

Is it a funeral
For heart and soul?
Is it a funeral
For heart and soul?

I need you
Sing to me
At the top of your lungs
At the top of your lungs

Never cared for what was used or not
Never cared for what was used or not
Never cared for what was used or not
Never cared for what was used or not
Never cared for what was used or not