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