these feet of clay they won’t move if you call in the middle of the night these eyelids of plumb they won’t open as long as you are in sight you knock on my head but I can’t open my ears to invite your voice in the silence will last I’m tired of all I’m tired of
lay down sweetness rest now my love
these feet of clay they would burst when I try to follow your trace these fingers of sand they would decay as soon as they reach your face you knock on my head “don’t you hear the voice that is ringing in your ears?” The silence will last I’m tired of all I’m tired of