When the wind dies down and the howling stops The hurting starts, then I hear your name In this quiet time, this aching time I can hear your fingers on the window pane
If I was in the dark, if I was in the light If we were walking through the forests of the night together If we were taken down, down into the heart Of the blackest night where we could sleep forever
Keep quiet, I hear you Keep quiet, I hear you
When you sing, I think I know more than I hear you speak I have to keep it close enough to me 'Cause I don't want to disrupt all you think And I don't want to disturb what we keep quiet
Baby, with these open arms I pray, I will not see the day without you Homeless is the driving wind and I will run away with him without you, without you Without you, without you Without you
When you sing, I have to keep it close just as a hymn And in your breath I know just what you sing And spoken words might not be what we speak 'Cause in our lungs there's something that we keep quiet