Strange Notes – GermsBy Billy Druids face is marbleHe keeps every thought in its placeHe lets the days turn tomorrowSomeone’s always walkingOn his graveHe wears the lines just like GarboAnd talks at a saturmine paceListening to the strange notes marvelOnly giving what it takesIt’s a sad man’s worldAnd for Billy it’s sure to crownDragging beauty into darknessInflicting a pale white frownAnd the matter the runsThrough Billy’s headIs too concerned to fall www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20