You see the sun there showing up
You see the flower growing up
The one that's in your smile
Let it grow there for a while

Every spoken word's a lie
Next chapter's written by the big guy
While all the poetry died
In our rooms where also died
Where also died the quiet

The armour of the scarabeus
Is what I'm hoping for
So I'm twisting 'round in my visions
To find the tree of life

It's my task to keep my skin
For the music and the pain so thin
For the fear and for my heat
For the women and my lead
For the women and my lead

Listen, the quiet
'cause it's almost died
Listen, the quiet
'cause it's almost died

Listen, the quiet
'cause it's almost died
Listen, the quiet
'cause it's almost died

Listen, the quiet, 'cause it's almost died
Listen, the quiet, 'cause it's almost died
Listen, the quiet, 'cause it's almost died
Listen, the quiet, 'cause it's almost died
Listen, the quiet, 'cause it's almost died
The quiet, it's almost died