Change person's speech
Don't address him by name
And once in awhile you'll create
A corridor of silence that looks
Like a field of sweet, green lawns.
We know your beautiful voices
So close it will split apart,
Like fingerprints left on a wall.
One by one they'll disappear,
But, like waves, then you'll find
Of a pure energy, that it travels
So easily along different paths.
Scattered along those paths
A sound from one is like a champagne cork
But if you're hungry for so much more