1. So this is Silence       5.Impulse of Man
2. Talk Without Words       6.Shrine
3. Midnight Garden          7.Twilights Pool
4. The Tease the Tear       8.Out of the Moving Life of Circles

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The boy walked round the jagged rocks,
caught between ideals and desires
He shrinks into oblivion.
And there was silence, as he sat so still,
averted face stared at the floor.

So this is silence.
So this is silence.
So this is silence.
So this is silence.

Listen...listen...listen!
The sounds of laughter!
The frenzy, and blind violence of fear.
Listen...the sounds of laughter,
The frenzy, and blind violence of fear.

Alone again, with light and silence.
Alone again, with the skies.

Alone again, with light and silence.
Alone again, with the skies.

So this is silence.
So this is silence.
So this is silence.
So this is silence.

Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence.
Silence. Gunshots. Car crash. Fox barks. Idiot cries. 
Silence. Silence. Gunshots. Raindrops. Silence. 
Gunshots. Gunshots. Gunshots.

We look up, silently,
Without quiet music.
My face four days old, 
Your look newborn.

There's fear in your frown, like mine
No distance away.
Noticing your hand
Half round my head
And on my face...
Protecting me. Protecting me.
Protecting me. Protecting me.

Afraid of your frown, don't change.
For me expressions.
A button undone,
The earth that's on my back,
And in my hair...
Portraying me. Portraying me.
Portraying me. Portraying me.

You're so clean, untouched.
Like me, experience possessed.
She breathes so tense...
Flexes her hand,
Don't relax.
Projecting me. Projecting me.
Projecting me. Projecting me.

Portraying me. Projecting me.
Portraying me. Protecting me.

I see it fall, I watch it fall, I let lie.
No anguish just the happiness shows, on the brow.
Look for these hidden angles,
an unknown language prowls.

I disappear, I reapper, I cannot hide.
Standing in this broken view, where you surround.
Dripping from the silence, the tears of an embrace.
These moments I don't understand, have side effects.

I slide, I kick, I turn around, I cannot rest.
The cold of yesterday has warmed, and now I wait.
As swans fly through winter, I kiss upon her face.
But still I feel these climbing plants,
that slide and shake.

Your features,
Looking so happy inside,
Don't let them see down through the floors.
Ignores the questionnaires and smiles,
Plays ignorant to words today.
The blind could not ignore your smiles,
Hear in your features anger talks,
Jagged, haggard they talk.
Screaming, still.
Oh, jagged, haggard they talk.
Screaming, still. Screaming, still.

In sorrow, features never hide.
To sorrow, features cannot hide.
Jagged, haggard they talk.
Jagged, haggard they talk.
And then my fear behind venetian blinds.
Venetian blinds.
The tease, the tear.  The tease, the tear. 
The tease, the tear.

Every face the words to deep to speak,
And then my fear behind venetian blinds.
Appear hidden in reflections
Speaking nothing, abusing my ears.
The wailing sirens in your eyes.
Hear in your features anger boils...
Alarm aware they talk,
The tease the tear.
Alarm aware they talk,
The tease the tear.

The tease the tear.
The tease the tear.

True or false, the life of man.
Beneath her dress, so soft, so thin.
Not wicked thoughts, explains he shakes.
For God's sake hold the key,
locks in this agony.

Your arms are positioned, but they are not nailed.
You look for the pacifist, but he went, he's lost in the maze.
These winds are cold, and its walls will press his face...
Press his face...press his face...press his face!

True or false, impulse of man.
Hits his girl, she swirls across the floor.
And as she falls, bites out his tongue.
Black strips on the birch, man's eyes bulge and burst.

He shouts, "Oh, pacifist help!" but he cannot hear,
he's lost in the maze.  The rock cuts his back, and 
the wind will press his face...
Press his face...press his face...
Press his face...press his face!

True or false, impulsive man.
Erase the face, from smile to scream.
Oh, he must keep his hands inside his head.
Tear lines in her clothes,
Bruised hands hold the rose.

So now you must wait for the honey to come to your throat.
Your arms are splinters, but they will scrape the disease
from his face...
Press his face...press his face...press his face!

Impulsive man.
Impulsive man.
Impulsive man.

Material folds
in rough, modest clothes.
Slabs of cold, sacred stone.
The peasant girl kneels.

The peasant girl kneels..
The peasant girl kneels
in strips of feeble watered light.
Slim fingers clasped, warm,
steady, precise.
The unwanted love for a murderer.
In strips of feeble, watered light.

Echoed sighs,
Soft madonna eyes,
bathe in smooth flickered flame.
The peasant girl kneels.

The peasant girl kneels.
The peasant girl kneels,
crosses herself slowly.
The warmth envelopes; seals.
But stays as quietly as she leaves.

To love a murderer.
To love a murderer.

Our reflected bodies rise.
We walk like the newborn.
On ploughed earth waves,
She craves.

Transparent babies, we walk like men;
Across the marshes, and back again.
We seek a different view,
A world that's fresh and new.
She craves to swallow you...

We wait together at twilight's pause.
Bodies dance forever, the cool dark pool.
She craves to swallow you...
She craves to swallow you...

Fill your lungs
Fluid pure as morning dew.
She craves to swallow you...
She craves to swallow you...

We wait together at twilight's pause.
Bodies dance forever, the cool dark pool.
She craves to swallow you...
She craves to swallow you...

Fill your lungs
Fluid pure as morning dew.
We seek a different view...
From each hill,
We drip the morning dew.
A world that's fresh and new.

Our reflected bodies rise
and walk like the newborn
On ploughed earth waves
She craves...
Fill your lungs
Fluid pure as morning dew.
She craves to swallow you...

I could be the money
Scattered in the ash.

In this heaven of mine...

You could be the jewellery
In the silver box.

In this heaven of mine...

Watch the candle burning,
Watch the candle drip.

In this heaven of mine.
Oh, I won't come back.
In this heaven of mine...
I won't come back,
I won't come back,
Oh, I won't come back,
Oh, I won't come back.
This heaven of mine.
Oh, I won't come back.
This heaven of mine.
I won't come back.

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