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And I left my house behind |
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To move in silence and never be seen again |
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And who is to be my friend |
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And I made my own bed |
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Made from printed beliefs and opinions |
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What will I teach my sons |
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And all we get so far away |
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And oh I can't get close |
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But I can't keep quiet |
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And if I can't keep my lips closed now |
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And if you guide the lines of broken men to change |
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The way that he thinks he feels |
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Feel nothing at all, I feel nothing at all |
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But if I run from my home to the hills and the trees |
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Without the woods at my heels |
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I run from nothing at all, I run from nothing at all |
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And I took my closest friends |
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And made a graveyard of things that we never did |
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And things that we never said |
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And when I look back at them |
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Some were breathing but most had an ugly smile |
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They begged me to stay a while |
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The worst was that I saw them |
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And I hate that they saw me too |
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Are they sleeping in the grave I made |
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Are we sleeping |
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And if my God allows for me to speak again |
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I only hope I am wiser |
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I'll say nothing at all |
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I'll say nothing at all |
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But I can hear all the words spilling over my lips |
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And I can taste every lie |
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I've said nothing at all |
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I've said nothing at all |
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Will I say anything again (x8) |
