Из альбома: Weather Systems
Inside this cocoon is a dream
the slot in the box that I keep
burried a hundred miles deep
deep in my soul in a place
that's surrounded by aeons of silence
And somewhere inside is the key
to everything I want to feel (feel)
but the darks of the dawns of my memory
are lost in a place i can never be
Could someone please show me the way
could someone please tell me
cause I cannot see
and the silence is raging
silence is raging
silence is raging
(silence is raging)
silence
silence
fading to silence
silence
silence
fading to silence
memory
memory
silence's the key to a memory
memory
silence's the key to a memory