.....and when the ocean washed me up onto you shore, was I then saved?
Oh, loveable liar
You whispered tales to me at night, but how come you never gave them voice?
Staring into enticing darkness, you chose to close your eyes
I could never have predicted this loss of self and time
And I am crushed against your stone
(Under the silence, the grinding silence)
.....and yes, time will float by, but never will it heal a single wound
You cannot remake this
You grind me to dust with your pain
Now, will you let me have mine?
And you, still standing there, swept in your moth-eaten pride:
I never wanted this to be
I never wanted this
And I am crushed against your stone
(Under the silence, the grinding silence)
Oh, loveable liar
You whispered tales to me at night, but how come you never gave them voice?
Staring into enticing darkness, you chose to close your eyes
I could never have predicted this loss of self and time
And I am crushed against your stone
(Under the silence, the grinding silence)
.....and yes, time will float by, but never will it heal a single wound
You cannot remake this
You grind me to dust with your pain
Now, will you let me have mine?
And you, still standing there, swept in your moth-eaten pride:
I never wanted this to be
I never wanted this
And I am crushed against your stone
(Under the silence, the grinding silence)