Tell me how it has to be and I can listen  I would listen but your silence is a  Sliver of a mirror  Your silence is a sliver of a mirror,  And I can see  I can see...  And the forest is filled up with winter  And the wind burns my ears  I can't see you, I can't hear you  But the trees whisper your name  And the trees all look the same    Your words stagger drunk with meaning  And you say them, and I hear you  But you mumble, is it just a bad  Translation  You mumble, is it just a bad translation  Where's the window?  I can't breathe....