Each night I taste the silence

of the words in my throat

Each day we hide in laughter

when they turn round and float



Do you lie back and thing of england

as they shout in your face

stand up and give them flowers

mary full of grace



Temper's out of control again

there's an itch in my soul again

If I scratch it I will rest in peace



Each day I'm in the future

of a net curtained past

each day I'm out of pocket

time didn't last



Each night I wake up smoking

and my eyes start to sting

wish I could keep them open

when the trees start to sing



Chorus



Each night I taste the silence

of the words in my throat

each day we hide in laughter

when they turn round and float



Chorus