I’d rather have nothing, pale, white and sweet.Modest, but something crawled up, asleep.And ever so slightly, down town, give us a call,Right down truth or nothing at all.So give me the silence and right when it falls,There is something I don’t recall.I’d rather have nothing, simple and small.Honest, but something that learned how to crawl.And ever so slightly, light brown, cough up a wall,Right down truth or nothing at all.I live with this silence from winter ’till fall.There is something I don’t recall.A thousand of miles out in the cold.If this ain’t the way then I wasn’t told.So give me the silence and right when it falls,There is something I don’t recall.