Silence is much louder when
The landed bird can’t fly
When the hopes of one who tried to love
Will never catch the light
Fiction is the place you seek
When reality appears
But the presence of your lost escape
And the truth will show your fears
And what does one do
When the storybooks are read
And all hope is dead
What does one do
When the past they left behind
Turns back the hands of time
And begins again
Repeating the past like an anthem
When the hero never falls in love
And the villain wins in the end
When the story that you knew
And the past begins to blend
And once again
I’m face-to-face with
The girl I can’t outrun
Can never be undone
And the whisper of the silent thoughts
Are floating out like astronauts
By the moon
Why so soon
Silence is much louder when
The landed bird can’t fly
When the hopes of one who tried to love
Will never catch the light
Fiction is the refuge that
Provides all of your fears
A safe place to rest
Until the dawn appears
And what does one do
When the sun shines too bright
And Icarus and you both are
Drawn to the light
These wings are but a sentiment
With no hope of letting me fly
The chains that hold me to the ground
Will never let me survive
And what does one do
When the storybooks are read
And all hope is dead
What does one do
When the past they left behind
Turns back the hands of time
And begins again
Repeating the past like an anthem
When the hero never falls in love
And the villain wins in the end
When the story that you knew
And the past begins to blend
And once again
I’m face-to-face with
The girl I can’t outrun
Can never be undone
And the whisper of the silent thoughts
Are floating out like astronauts
By the moon
Why so soon
