One word in the cold
Can bedew 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
Ive 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 youre aware of places where youve surely never been
Did you ever have a dream and suddenly
remember
Reflecting databases from a strangers 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
Theyre 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 none hear the voices
From another world
