Silence is golden, my home feels so tired
the morning its grown old now
there’s birds on the wire.
my people, they’re picking, and the skyways lacking depth
there’s new holes in my stitching where memories have slipped
get a little back, you’re weary now.
take time, take peace back off the ground
there’s always a game, you fade into the crowd
trying to feel my way, the islands they keep on forming
get a little back, you’re weary now
take time, take peace back off the ground
there’s always a game, you fade into the crowd
trying to feel my way, the islands they keep on forming
same sing, there’s no difference, my timing is off
the weekend’s indifference, some meetings and stuff
the changes they’re seldom when the ending is anon
i put two fingers, two suggestions, of family and of love
get a little back you’re weary now
take time, take peace back off the ground
there’s always a game, you fade into the crowd
trying to feel my way, the islands they keep on forming
get a little back you’re weary now
take time, take peace back off the ground
there’s always a game, you fade into the crowd
trying to feel my way, the islands they keep on forming