[written in Paris, France]
I didn't hear the nothing,
I spoke today,
we saw with the golden sunshine,
the other side of the rain,
never see you dying,
do you feel the pain?
Three mountains ago I lost my way,
have you seen it here,
did it pass along,
did it ask you if you saw me here?
This journey is a lasting one,
from far and wide it comes here,
to see the amber daylight sky,
and wade through pools of blood.
I told you I didn't hear the nothing,
yet you turned away,
I may be mad,
but I am the only way,
to see beyond the sunshine.
Break the oath of the silence,
look down to the elder ground,
it may seem crazy,
but that is the nature of the way we're made.
A second membrane is the film of life,
playing a movie so desolate,
if we'd all wear clown's makeup,
maybe none of us would be alone.