Silence -

I turned out backwards

You turn with me

Inside a basement bedroom

Descent is seldom clean

We’ll climb into attics look down on the streets

We stayed up through the seasons

Words cannot compete

And our silence is beautiful

I hope you agree

Can’t think of stopping

There’s no release

The compass spinning slowly

It comes back to me

We’ll walk til we’re empty

We’ll leave our seats

The accidents are glowing

We stopped words to breathe

And our silence is beautiful

I hope you agree

You’re standing there saving your air

I turned out backwards

You turn with me

Inside a bad construction

Descent is coming clean

And our silence is beautiful

I hope you agree

You’re standing there saving your air