Silence - Theatre Of Tragedy

This interference’s shifting

A soft accent cascading

A second glimpse of falling TVs

Draws me in too easily

Some kind of nonchalance

Contains my will to chance

The avidity of youth

The naïvety of you

Somewhere where silence ended is where I reassemble

My lens to take your photograph

Which I throw away autographed

And there’s an illegal tender

And there’s a senseless sensor

And there’s a notion we don’t need

And they leave just like you

Never come undone

You deceive just like me

Next to me

Though I’ll never even see you

Next to you

Never seen such beauty

Two persons in a vista

The third one says she’s hollow

A moist and lashing spoken tongue

The words silent since I was young

In the flickerlight we’re interlaced and face to face

Someone is blurring now, abiding time as I avow

And there’s a soft surrender

And there’s a stark contender

And there are notions we do need

I will never come undone