The Silence

The Silence
Tell me a piece of your history that you’re proud to call your own
Speak in words you picked up as you walked through life alone
We use to swim in your stories and be pulled down by their tide
Choking on the water, drowning, with no air in sight

Now you’ve hit a wall and it’s not your fault
My dear, my dear, my dear
Now you’ve hit a wall and you hit it hard
My dear, my dear, oh dear
It is not enough to be dumbstruck
Can you fill the silence?
You must have the words in that head of yours
Oh, oh can you feel the silence?
I can’t take it anymore
Cus it is not enough to be dumbstruck
Can you fill the silence?
Tell me a piece of your history that you’ve never said out loud
Pull the rug beneath my feet and shake me to the ground
Wrop me around your fingers, break the silence open wide
Before it seeps into my ears and fills me up from the inside
Now you’ve hit a wall and you’re last for words
My dear, my dear, my dear
Now you’ve hit a wall and you hit it hard
My dear, my dear, oh dear
It is not enough to be dumbstruck
Can you fill the silence?
You must have the words in that head of yours
Oh, oh can you feel the silence?
I can’t take it anymore
Cus it is not enough to be dumbstruck
Can you fill the silence?

If you give it a name then it’s already won
What you good for? What you good for?
If you give it a name then it’s already won
What you good for? What you good for?
Cus it is not enough to be dumbstruck
Can you fill the silence?
You must have the words in that head of yours
Oh, oh can you feel the silence?
I can’t take it anymore
Cus it is not enough to be dumbstruck