The Grapevine
Of who we and all they are You all now know. But you know After they began to find us out we grew Before they died thinking us the causes Of their acts. Now we’ll not know The truth of some still at the piano, though They often date from us, causing These changes we think we are. We don’t care Though, so tall up there In young air. But things get darker as we move To ask them: Whom must we get to know To die, so you live and we know?