And I left my house behind
To move in silence and never be seen again
And who is to be my friend
And I made my own bed
Made from printed beliefs and opinions
What will I teach my sons
And all we get so far away
And oh I can't get close
But I can't keep quiet
And if I can't keep my lips closed now
And if you guide the lines of broken men to change
The way that he thinks he feels
Feel nothing at all, I feel nothing at all
But if I run from my home to the hills and the trees
Without the woods at my heels
I run from nothing at all, I run from nothing at all
And I took my closest friends
And made a graveyard of things that we never did
And things that we never said
And when I look back at them
Some were breathing but most had an ugly smile
They begged me to stay a while
The worst was that I saw them
And I hate that they saw me too
Are they sleeping in the grave I made
Are we sleeping
And if my God allows for me to speak again
I only hope I am wiser
I'll say nothing at all
I'll say nothing at all
But I can hear all the words spilling over my lips
And I can taste every lie
I've said nothing at all
I've said nothing at all
Will I say anything again (x8)
- :
- Tribunal Records: A Collection - Past, Present, And Future
- Wanderer
- Late In the Night (Single)
- Absent Sounds
- Able Bodies
- Everything Feels Better Now
- Blank Tapes
- The Monster
- Bad Holiday
- Absent Sounds (Remix Sounds)
- Absent Sounds Remixed Sounds
- Able Bodies Remixes
- Sleeping Limbs
- Ghost
- Sleeping Limbs - Single
- Acoustic EP
- The Man With Wooden Legs