[written by: southern & ritchie]
i. i can see. i can see everything from here
and i. i'm in the theatre of my mind
i'm plying every role and i wish you were here
now you're lonely, lonely like the sun
whose going to love you, why should anyone?
can you bear to be the bearer of such things?
i don't believe that i believe it
and i'm afraid that i i'm afraid
i wish you were here
it's another kind of silence
in a world of screaming violence
i wish you were here
i wish you were here
come and taste some rage
come and open the cage
and i wish you could feel
what i can feel
null and void not yet destroyed uneven
contemplation never got it done
unattached to any kind of reason
a soul assassination has begun
tell saint peter and the angels not to sing
it's another kind of silence
it's another kind of sin |