Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silence Is, artist - Paul Heaton. Album song Crooked Calypso, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 20.07.2017
Record label: Universal Music Operations, Virgin EMI
Song language: English
Silence Is |
| When you’re staring a few inches from the wall |
| And you’re watching simple spider begin its crawl |
| It’s just a single thread he spins that' has to break his fall |
| And silence is the slowest dance of all |
| From the greenkeeper’s 'Good morning' to the birds (To the birds) |
| To the father at the funeral, stuck for words (Stuck for words) |
| There’s a part of us that’s confident, then a padded-out two thirds |
| Where silence is the slowest song of all |
| Silence is the cancer that wakes us in the morn |
| Turns our every sentence into weak-kneed and withdrawn |
| We wish to speak with everyone |
| But wish we’d not been born |
| Silence is the deadly dance |
| The reason spiders take that chance |
| Spin that web for flies and ants |
| Silence is the greatest dance of all |
| From the noise of New York traffic to Nepal |
| From Hindu-Buddhist peace to barroom brawl |
| From the CEO of supermarket to the wide boy on the stall |
| Silence is the waltz that grabs us all |
| From the friendly wave of postie over hedge (Over hedge) |
| To the two-fingered salute from brand new reg (Brand new reg) |
| It could be suicide, or window cleaner standing on that ledge |
| But silence is the dance that grabs us all |
| Silence is the cancer that wakes us in the morn |
| Turns our every sentence into weak-kneed and withdrawn |
| We wish to speak with everyone |
| Wish we’d not been born |
| Silence is the deadly dance |
| The reason spiders take that chance |
| Spin that web for flies and ants |
| Silence is the greatest dance of all |
| Silence is the mortal knife that cuts into our throat |
| Gets the punchline, slices up, turns us into the joke |
| Takes the uncorrupted, and wraps in vampire’s cloak… |
| Pacific Heights to Rio slums |
| To silence everyone succumbs |
| Across the world, the word is mum’s |
| Silence bangs the loudest drums |
| Silence bangs the loudest drums |
| Silence bangs the loudest drums |
| Silence bangs the loudest drums of all… |
| Silence bangs the loudest drums |
| Silence bangs the loudest drums |
| Silence bangs the loudest drums |
| Silence bangs the loudest drums |
| Silence is the cancer that wakes us in the morn |
| Turns our every sentence into weak-kneed and withdrawn |
| We wish to speak with everyone |
| Wish we’d not been born |
| Silence is the deadly dance |
| The reason spiders take that chance |
| Spin that web for flies and ants |
| Silence is the greatest dance of all |
| The greatest dance of all |
| The greatest dance of all |
| Greatest dance of all… |