Casualties of the Times: The Quiet

The Quiet


Remember when we used to sleep?
That seems such a long time ago
Run my fingers down your lines
Lips to kiss ripples cross still water
Remember when we used to dream?
That seems like a lifetime ago…

But there will be no solace here
There will be no solace here
In the quiet…
No, there will be no solace here
There will be no solace here
In the quiet

Questions you reciprocate
Echo’s shape the dark and give it form
A taste of hope, the cruelest bait
Give me shelter, give me faith, swallow me whole
Concepts conversed make contraception
But so fertile is this doubt when tongue is worn…

And there will be no solace here
There will be no solace here
In the quiet… oh…
There will be no solace here
There will be no solace here
In the quiet

It’s getting cold down here
It’s getting cold…
It’s getting cold down here
So very cold…

Remember when we used to sleep?
That seems such a long time ago
Run my fingers down your lines
Lips to kiss ripples cross still water
Remember when we used to dream?
That seems like a lifetime ago…


January 12, 2008