Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Domestic Silence, artist - Scroobius Pip. Album song Distraction Pieces, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 18.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Speech Development
Song language: English
Domestic Silence |
Let me introduce a recluse with his neck in a noose that went loose a he |
slipped out |
He didn’t have a clue what to do with his new lease of life it was a lease he |
never took out |
Ya see |
He’d never really had a grip on life |
Never had a family, no kids, no wife |
No real friends, no social life |
His life was a concise silent night |
At the factory, in fact he kept himself to himself |
His existence was distanced from everyone else |
He didn’t interact with the pack, never had done |
He didn’t feel the need to impede on their sanctum |
And they didn’t impede on his |
If they ever needed anything they’d leave a list |
After a while in that place he didn’t seem to exist |
And that didn’t seem strange, it just is what it is |
Sometimes he’d find a whole week had passed |
Since he last took a gasp and words were cast |
On his days off he’d wonder if he’d gone deaf |
As he drifted in silence, no noise no mess |
He used to have the radio playing in his hall |
But that stopped when the broadcast stopped being so broad |
He didn’t like TV so he got rid of it |
He liked to read books and sit for the hell of it |
So that was his life, didn’t seem that bad |
But he still chose to take his own life i his hands |
Still chose to kick that chair from his feet |
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat |
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat |
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat |
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat |
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat |
Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate |
Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate |
Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens |
But sometimes it ain’t quite so clear, Domestic Silence |
Unspoken, so much goes unspoken |
Till you’re choking on a fragile glass heart smashed open |
With this near miss his eyes would either open |
Or sink deeper down into a silence never broken |
Forsaken isolation and silence all around you |
It’ll drag you to the deeper water and it WILL drown you |
He returned to work the very next day |
Lucks intervention got no mention, nothing new to say |
But then out of nowhere everything changed |
When a voice said «Hi there, how are you today?» |
Six simple words, seven simple syllables |
It doesn’t always take grand gestures or miracles |
When in hell a hiding place can seem grace and free from pain |
But umbrellas keep out sunshine as well as rain |
He discarded all the fears that his silence had been masking |
And said «yeah I’m good. |
Thanks for asking» |
Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate |
Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate |
Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens |
But sometimes it ain’t quite so clear, Domestic Silence |