Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere in the world.
It has so much to do in the world.
People who might judge are mostly asleep
They can't monitor you all the time
and sometimes they forget
when dawn flies over the hedge you can get up and act busy
when dawn flies over the hedge you can get up and act busy
Little corners like this, pieces of heaven, left lying around
Can be picked up and saved.
People won't even see you have them.
People won't even see you have them.
They're so light and easy to hide.
Later in the day you can act like the others.
You can shake your head, you can frown.
