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