Spoken Silence
Hard to say what I think of you right now:
every word is a mystery beyond my capacity to explain.
First a mute, now a voice that I don't know.
Left in silence I stand; can you help me? Can I just understand?
To quantify this;
but I'll never know.
Refrain
And this human race is not a race at all;
only tired children, afraid and alone.
Hear the beating of my bloodstained heart:
can you give me reason to hear that voice again?
Traitorous words: I speak, you turn your eyes.
Afraid to hurt, I hide and keep my peace.
I'm caught within this desecrated heart,
stolen away past all reasoned hope of recovery.
But I don't need it;
I don't need it.
Refrain
And this human race is not a race at all;
only tired children, afraid and alone.
There's the beating of my bloodstained heart:
can you give me reason to hear that voice again? |