Silence
This interference's shiftingA soft accent cascadingA second glimpse of falling TVsDraws me in too easilySome kind of nonchalanceContains my will to chanceThe avidity of youthThe naïvety of you
Somewhere where silence ended is where I reassembleMy lens to take your photographWhich I throw away autographedAnd there's an illegal tenderAnd there's a senseless sensorAnd there's a notion we don't need
And they leave just like youNever come undoneYou deceive just like meNext to meThough I'll never even see youNext to youNever seen such beauty
Two persons in a vistaThe third one says she's hollowA moist and lashing spoken tongueThe words silent since I was youngIn the flickerlight we're interlaced and face to faceSomeone is blurring now, abiding time as I avowAnd there's a soft surrenderAnd there's a stark contenderAnd there are notions we do need
I will never come undone