| Song | Silence |
| Artist | Abydos |
| Album | Little Boy's Heavy Metal Shadow Opera About The Inhabitants Of His Diary |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| One word in the cold | |
| Can bid you a part of their closet | |
| We call it the unseen room | |
| Discovered with a breath | |
| I can say we are not alone | |
| They imitate our noises | |
| Of cracking deals and screaming floors | |
| To keep us innocent | |
| They' re knocking at my door | |
| My faith keeps them outside | |
| But non stop are these noises | |
| Of the silence in my head | |
| I've waited for this moment | |
| The hurting season before the tears | |
| So bittersweet is burning | |
| Before it disappears | |
| Silence can tell me where to go | |
| A golden hall of ghosts is in my head | |
| Silence so individual | |
| Can no one hear the voices | |
| From another world | |
| Did you ever feel a cold air in your chamber | |
| Or you're aware of places where you've surely never been | |
| Did you ever have a dream and suddenly remember | |
| Reflecting databases from a stranger's memory | |
| Then you received a message | |
| of something you have heard | |
| at last in languages of a child. | |
| ‘Cause only when you listen to | |
| …..wild.. wild… wild… | |
| So bittersweet is burning | |
| So bittersweet is burning | |
| Before it disappears | |
| Silence can tell me where to go | |
| A golden hall of ghosts is in my head | |
| Silence so individual | |
| Can no one hear the voices | |
| From another world | |
| Oh so many faces crossing we have never seen | |
| In a lonely city not unusual | |
| Suddenly you meet a certain stranger day by day | |
| May could be an angel or a seraphim | |
| They're waiting for this moment | |
| The hurting season before the tears | |
| So bittersweet is burning | |
| Before it disappears | |
| Silence can tell me where to go | |
| A golden hall of ghosts in my head | |
| Silence so individual | |
| Can no one hear the voices | |
| From another world |
| One word in the cold | |
| Can bid you a part of their closet | |
| We call it the unseen room | |
| Discovered with a breath | |
| I can say we are not alone | |
| They imitate our noises | |
| Of cracking deals and screaming floors | |
| To keep us innocent | |
| They' re knocking at my door | |
| My faith keeps them outside | |
| But non stop are these noises | |
| Of the silence in my head | |
| I' ve waited for this moment | |
| The hurting season before the tears | |
| So bittersweet is burning | |
| Before it disappears | |
| Silence can tell me where to go | |
| A golden hall of ghosts is in my head | |
| Silence so individual | |
| Can no one hear the voices | |
| From another world | |
| Did you ever feel a cold air in your chamber | |
| Or you' re aware of places where you' ve surely never been | |
| Did you ever have a dream and suddenly remember | |
| Reflecting databases from a stranger' s memory | |
| Then you received a message | |
| of something you have heard | |
| at last in languages of a child. | |
| ' Cause only when you listen to | |
| .. wild.. wild wild | |
| So bittersweet is burning | |
| So bittersweet is burning | |
| Before it disappears | |
| Silence can tell me where to go | |
| A golden hall of ghosts is in my head | |
| Silence so individual | |
| Can no one hear the voices | |
| From another world | |
| Oh so many faces crossing we have never seen | |
| In a lonely city not unusual | |
| Suddenly you meet a certain stranger day by day | |
| May could be an angel or a seraphim | |
| They' re waiting for this moment | |
| The hurting season before the tears | |
| So bittersweet is burning | |
| Before it disappears | |
| Silence can tell me where to go | |
| A golden hall of ghosts in my head | |
| Silence so individual | |
| Can no one hear the voices | |
| From another world |
| One word in the cold | |
| Can bid you a part of their closet | |
| We call it the unseen room | |
| Discovered with a breath | |
| I can say we are not alone | |
| They imitate our noises | |
| Of cracking deals and screaming floors | |
| To keep us innocent | |
| They' re knocking at my door | |
| My faith keeps them outside | |
| But non stop are these noises | |
| Of the silence in my head | |
| I' ve waited for this moment | |
| The hurting season before the tears | |
| So bittersweet is burning | |
| Before it disappears | |
| Silence can tell me where to go | |
| A golden hall of ghosts is in my head | |
| Silence so individual | |
| Can no one hear the voices | |
| From another world | |
| Did you ever feel a cold air in your chamber | |
| Or you' re aware of places where you' ve surely never been | |
| Did you ever have a dream and suddenly remember | |
| Reflecting databases from a stranger' s memory | |
| Then you received a message | |
| of something you have heard | |
| at last in languages of a child. | |
| ' Cause only when you listen to | |
| .. wild.. wild wild | |
| So bittersweet is burning | |
| So bittersweet is burning | |
| Before it disappears | |
| Silence can tell me where to go | |
| A golden hall of ghosts is in my head | |
| Silence so individual | |
| Can no one hear the voices | |
| From another world | |
| Oh so many faces crossing we have never seen | |
| In a lonely city not unusual | |
| Suddenly you meet a certain stranger day by day | |
| May could be an angel or a seraphim | |
| They' re waiting for this moment | |
| The hurting season before the tears | |
| So bittersweet is burning | |
| Before it disappears | |
| Silence can tell me where to go | |
| A golden hall of ghosts in my head | |
| Silence so individual | |
| Can no one hear the voices | |
| From another world |