Figures that lie; concealed; wait unannounced Lie stricken with fear paralyzed, too cold around you Silence, the answer given Flustered, when questions
Nobody listens any more to the lies Is there a woman who keeps swallowing flies Is there a Jesus waiting arms open wide Too many stories, and too many
Hear me out Trying to talk to you It's not getting any easier Settle down. Can't seem to get through to you Tension builds, we begin to fall apart I think
Wonder how you've been? Do all of my pictures still Hang above your bed? Remember when Under the overhang You smoked your brand And I stayed quiet As
The sound of silent voices Surveying my thought's Regularity defining perfection Neither sorrow nor contentment Whispering emptiness Frail words collapse
forgive me my heart is breakin, i've been taking myself seriously. you put thumbtacks on my drawbacks. since you've marked them they're all i see. im
I know you know I know you know what is the truth what is the truth who knows you know she knows they know we know what is the truth what is the truth
I am not the one that you believe in I will not become what you conceive and You're the one who dug yourself a hole And I'm not there to hear you cry
the sound of silent voices surveying my thoughts regularity defining perfection neither sorrow nor contentment whispering emptiness, frail words collapse
Forgive me my heart is breakin, i've been taking myself seriously you put thumbtacks on my drawbacks since you've marked them they're all i see i'm
Hear me out Trying to talk to you It’s not getting any easier Settle down. Can’t seem to get through to you Tension builds, we begin to fall apart I think
Featuring Francesco Baccini Baccini: tu stai con lei ma lei vuole me tu non lo sai che quando e triste tutte le mattine e poi ti chiede cosa vuoi
Tu mi dicevi caro, dolce, baby e scopro che non era vero mai, magari un altro hai. Chissa ora con chi sei, se sei con lui o se sono stupidi i viaggi miei
Blinded you shelter me from reality Hanging on never wrong crucifying me Altars smoke blackened through the years Never washed by tears frozen there
Keep your hands holding your hands I won't be there to hold them for you I'll write the most breathtaking words you've ever heard spoken to you These
Figures that lie; concealed; wait unannounced Lie stricken with fear paralyzed, to cold around you Silence, the answer given Flustered, when questions
[music & lyrics by Don Anderson] This is a song to fall on deaf ears And these are words not meant for you to hear If sound is the death of silence