"SILENT"

If everynight gives me her body in a dream,
still I wouldn't be contenmpt,
Who wants to dream when you can find the
better thing?
Her warm still body, asleep and silent.

If my return home gives me her body for the first time,
still I wouldn't be contempt,
not until circumstances crumble and circles turn into
a straight road.
Walking hand in hand, nothing to say, we stay silent.

Again I throw away the hurt, beside this well known road,
don't speak a word and kiss me by your bedroom door.

If wild skies all around give me her body for the first time,
still I wouldn't be contempt,
not until these skies belong to us, for us to control.
A backlash of possibilities I find where I was once silent.

Again I throw away my hurt, beside this well known road,
don't speak a word and kiss me by your bedroom door.