Song | Silence |
Artist | Abydos |
Album | Little Boy's Heavy Metal Shadow Opera About The Inhabitants Of His Diary |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
One word in the cold | |
Can bid you a part of their closet | |
We call it the unseen room | |
Discovered with a breath | |
I can say we are not alone | |
They imitate our noises | |
Of cracking deals and screaming floors | |
To keep us innocent | |
They' re knocking at my door | |
My faith keeps them outside | |
But non stop are these noises | |
Of the silence in my head | |
I've waited for this moment | |
The hurting season before the tears | |
So bittersweet is burning | |
Before it disappears | |
Silence can tell me where to go | |
A golden hall of ghosts is in my head | |
Silence so individual | |
Can no one hear the voices | |
From another world | |
Did you ever feel a cold air in your chamber | |
Or you're aware of places where you've surely never been | |
Did you ever have a dream and suddenly remember | |
Reflecting databases from a stranger's memory | |
Then you received a message | |
of something you have heard | |
at last in languages of a child. | |
‘Cause only when you listen to | |
…..wild.. wild… wild… | |
So bittersweet is burning | |
So bittersweet is burning | |
Before it disappears | |
Silence can tell me where to go | |
A golden hall of ghosts is in my head | |
Silence so individual | |
Can no one hear the voices | |
From another world | |
Oh so many faces crossing we have never seen | |
In a lonely city not unusual | |
Suddenly you meet a certain stranger day by day | |
May could be an angel or a seraphim | |
They're waiting for this moment | |
The hurting season before the tears | |
So bittersweet is burning | |
Before it disappears | |
Silence can tell me where to go | |
A golden hall of ghosts in my head | |
Silence so individual | |
Can no one hear the voices | |
From another world |
One word in the cold | |
Can bid you a part of their closet | |
We call it the unseen room | |
Discovered with a breath | |
I can say we are not alone | |
They imitate our noises | |
Of cracking deals and screaming floors | |
To keep us innocent | |
They' re knocking at my door | |
My faith keeps them outside | |
But non stop are these noises | |
Of the silence in my head | |
I' ve waited for this moment | |
The hurting season before the tears | |
So bittersweet is burning | |
Before it disappears | |
Silence can tell me where to go | |
A golden hall of ghosts is in my head | |
Silence so individual | |
Can no one hear the voices | |
From another world | |
Did you ever feel a cold air in your chamber | |
Or you' re aware of places where you' ve surely never been | |
Did you ever have a dream and suddenly remember | |
Reflecting databases from a stranger' s memory | |
Then you received a message | |
of something you have heard | |
at last in languages of a child. | |
' Cause only when you listen to | |
.. wild.. wild wild | |
So bittersweet is burning | |
So bittersweet is burning | |
Before it disappears | |
Silence can tell me where to go | |
A golden hall of ghosts is in my head | |
Silence so individual | |
Can no one hear the voices | |
From another world | |
Oh so many faces crossing we have never seen | |
In a lonely city not unusual | |
Suddenly you meet a certain stranger day by day | |
May could be an angel or a seraphim | |
They' re waiting for this moment | |
The hurting season before the tears | |
So bittersweet is burning | |
Before it disappears | |
Silence can tell me where to go | |
A golden hall of ghosts in my head | |
Silence so individual | |
Can no one hear the voices | |
From another world |
One word in the cold | |
Can bid you a part of their closet | |
We call it the unseen room | |
Discovered with a breath | |
I can say we are not alone | |
They imitate our noises | |
Of cracking deals and screaming floors | |
To keep us innocent | |
They' re knocking at my door | |
My faith keeps them outside | |
But non stop are these noises | |
Of the silence in my head | |
I' ve waited for this moment | |
The hurting season before the tears | |
So bittersweet is burning | |
Before it disappears | |
Silence can tell me where to go | |
A golden hall of ghosts is in my head | |
Silence so individual | |
Can no one hear the voices | |
From another world | |
Did you ever feel a cold air in your chamber | |
Or you' re aware of places where you' ve surely never been | |
Did you ever have a dream and suddenly remember | |
Reflecting databases from a stranger' s memory | |
Then you received a message | |
of something you have heard | |
at last in languages of a child. | |
' Cause only when you listen to | |
.. wild.. wild wild | |
So bittersweet is burning | |
So bittersweet is burning | |
Before it disappears | |
Silence can tell me where to go | |
A golden hall of ghosts is in my head | |
Silence so individual | |
Can no one hear the voices | |
From another world | |
Oh so many faces crossing we have never seen | |
In a lonely city not unusual | |
Suddenly you meet a certain stranger day by day | |
May could be an angel or a seraphim | |
They' re waiting for this moment | |
The hurting season before the tears | |
So bittersweet is burning | |
Before it disappears | |
Silence can tell me where to go | |
A golden hall of ghosts in my head | |
Silence so individual | |
Can no one hear the voices | |
From another world |