A flock of pained and perfect strangers
And here your dreams divide
And all the saints that made you suffer
They're dying in their beds
At your temples, you perspire
Did you take it to the wire?
And all the saints that made you suffer
Are sleeping in their beds
Are you thriving in the violence?
Did you find your love in silence?
And did the teachers ever tell you
Of all the books that can't be read?
Are you rising to the challenge?
'Cause I believe, girl, you're all that matters
And I'd have to say on balance
That I'm so glad we are alive
In this deep
The ache, the itch, the surge, the stitch
The urge is faith that never fades away
I swear as long as despair's still drawing breath
Don't ever change your ways
Your blood, it shud-shudders, our love could flood gutters
I sing for lost brothers, like, "La, la, la, la, la, la"
I can't find no love in silence
Bodies in the night
And the rain falls on frozen poses
Like a bed of human roses
And all the saints that made you suffer
Were laid for them instead
Love in silence
Love in silence
Love in silence
Love in silence
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