Christiansen - Vox Humana / Vox Celeste lyrics

The critics sit back and burn the souls The cla**ic dies they won't let go LBJ's lonely inked face on a set of presidential matchbooks On the wood of our leader's desk Am I an intercom for faith? On a Japanese estate If it's less than a license plate There's a chance I'll resonate Memories fade where do they go? I'm not talking but I'm listening Plus the means are awful bold I'm not waiting but Im hoping For something to playpen Solitude is a symphony for me Took the long road home last night Silhouette on an open mic Watching fingers move in flight No need for sleep We say good-bye Everything's so clear A painful enduance Whispers in those ears A secret's safe journey After all those years Intimate planning Voices cease the tears