You see the sun there showing up You see the flower growing up The one that's in your smile Let it grow there for a while
Every spoken word's a lie Next chapter's written by the big guy While all the poetry died In our rooms where also died Where also died the quiet
The armour of the scarabeus Is what I'm hoping for So I'm twisting 'round in my visions To find the tree of life
It's my task to keep my skin For the music and the pain so thin For the fear and for my heat For the women and my lead For the women and my lead
Listen, the quiet 'cause it's almost died Listen, the quiet 'cause it's almost died
Listen, the quiet 'cause it's almost died Listen, the quiet 'cause it's almost died
Listen, the quiet, 'cause it's almost died Listen, the quiet, 'cause it's almost died Listen, the quiet, 'cause it's almost died Listen, the quiet, 'cause it's almost died Listen, the quiet, 'cause it's almost died The quiet, it's almost died