I am lost, you will never find me.
A silent drummer sweating in the summer.
With listeners around but not you.
Why not you is all about you,
I am still the silent drummer sweating in the summer.
I am numb, still not deaf or dumb.
I played my drum for the one to come
With my mouth closed, and heart wide open
Why thy soul could not gather the beats so small
Were the beats silent and weak to crawl.
The world is complicated and so you are.
They play loud music and love soft voice.
It's not easy to get found in this lost world.
They have definition for all ill in you, but none for them.
I confined my world to you.
The solitary drummer sang for one
But the beats were small, to penetrate your heart.
Is your heart lost
and clogged.
Deaf for the beats so loud like the gentle rain from the
clouds.
My drum is now dilapidated and heart loosing beats.
Melodies growing weaker and
voice getting thicker.
You go with the winds, which emerge from the finest strings.
I am a silent drummer and I will play till the end.
