In the gray of last November
In the winter months that follow
There was left my soul and spirit
In the waters of my sorrow
Then I painted perfect pictures
And a smile that no one questioned
But inside we both were breaking
From the weight of our transgressions, of love
And then we lay awake at night
And we're staring at the ceiling
And the violence of this fight
Is the silence that we keep when we're awake, awake
In my mind I found this window
With the curtains gently flowing
To the music of the angels and the summer breezes blowing
There I waited on your whisper
And your reachin hands to find me
And the doorstep of the morning
I awoke with arms still empty, oh no
And then we lie awake at night
And we're staring at the ceiling
And the violence of this fight
Is the silence that we keep when we're awake, awake
When we're awake, awake
And then we lie awake at night
And then we're staring at the ceiling
And the violence of this fight
Is the silence that we keep when we're awake, awake
When we're awake, oh oh