Cold and calloused and looking for balance,
the older I get the more I'm searching for silence,
'Cause the silence speaks a thousand words.
Bold and banished, beginning to panic,
the more that I fret the more the feeling is frantic.
I'm burning gold and red.
How'd you wind up next to me?
You were miles beyond the display.
Miles above my everything.
miles beyond the display.
We were living up above it.
the older I get the more I'm searching for silence,
'Cause the silence speaks a thousand words.
Bold and banished, beginning to panic,
the more that I fret the more the feeling is frantic.
I'm burning gold and red.
How'd you wind up next to me?
You were miles beyond the display.
Miles above my everything.
miles beyond the display.
We were living up above it.