Gratefully Dead

There are things I have to say that must be said That will be heard so hear me now Or is everybody dead So you really wanna listen to the things that I am saying Don't think I'm off my head, do you receive me Or is everybody dead I love everybody do you hear what I said I love everybody can you understand that Or are you stone cold dead Now even though you're half dead I love you And I know you think I'm out of my mind Can you hear me baby, or are you just Make love message in the music That can be heard if you herd what I said Or is everybody stone cold dead My silence, like an expanding sphere, spreads everywhere My silence spreads like a radio song, above, beneath, left and right Within and without Somebody must be listening somewhere, come on everybody My silence spreads like a wildfire of bliss The dark thickets of sorrow and the tall oaks of pride are all burning up My silence like the ether, passes through everything Carrying the songs of earth, atoms, and stars into the halls of his Infinite mansion