There's proof of sunsets when you're away from home
Yet it's hard to imagine a real sunrise when you're alone
Silence means a lot more thinking
But thinking leads to picturing
We'll desperately pray for a word or two
From someone, we'll never know who
Don't you just love how she sung out?
Don't you just love how it turned out?
There's something beneath us, am I the only one able to see?
All we have to do is pick up our feet
There's truths and lies mixed into selling your voice
Whether you scream or die right on stage is your choice
Loneliness means a lot more crying
But crying leads to dying
