May the silence foster the light
The subsidence engulfing it right when
I exchange the last resort for nothing
I have replaced the good nothingness

Winter, the pain of every muscle
The waves talking to my skull
The doctor's still away
Let's make one out of clay

The glass is turning 'to terrain
It's flooding all my domain
Wax ocean forging the seal
Is turning the dream real

The cloth that's healing the bad wound
Will make you cover more ground
That's why I hide my skin
Not counting what's beneath

I used to be the one who liked
To read and teach about time
The wrist no longer needs air
But still, it works the same

Same old silence, foster the light
The subsidence engulfing it right when
I exchange the last resort for nothing
I have replaced the good nothingness

The good painter does know he sucks
All the water that cancels his art
If by chance he gets rid of that
The nice painting will turn into sand

May the silence foster the light
The subsidence engulfing it right when
I exchange the last resort for nothing
I have replaced the good nothingness

May the silence foster the light
The subsidence engulfing it right when
I exchange the last resort for nothing
I have replaced the good nothingness

When I exchange the last resort for nothing