Furrow Sillion Furrow Songtext

We fall upon our quiet paths.
Our quiet lives are ever too loud.
We think and we think about how we'll never change,
and how it just sits on our dresser.

I will admit that what I was taught was ever so tempting.
As much as I like patterns, there are other equations.

We travel through our day to day,
wearing nothing but our solemn faces.