Silent Time

The silent time is always filled with sun
In summer time or winter, even at night with the curtains drawn
Curtains drawn… curtains drawn
I have dreamed such dreams of massive cities… complicated landscapes
Where friends and enemies and strangers live and die, are born again
In silence… ooh the silent time. In silence… ooh the silent time.
This song is mostly made of silence between the notes,
This song is mostly made of space between the words,
This song is mostly made of breath between the lips,
This song is mostly made of rests beneath the beats.
Oh silence… ooh the silent time. Silence… ooh the silent time.
The people, the places… the props the faces…
Elements and atoms… knots and fathoms…
Substance and perception… fabric and confection…
This is that, and that is so important… oooh oh
Silence… ooh the silent time. Silence… ooh the silent time.
Silence… ooh the silent time. Silence… ooh the silent time.
The silent time is filled with sun
In summer time or winter, even night with the curtains drawn
Ooh the silent time. Silence… ooh the silent time.
Silence… ooh the silent time. Silence… ooh the silent time.
Silence…