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