Heard a song in the distance, an unfamiliar cry Amidst all the noise, a man of few words She was painting a portrait, lines big and small A stained gla** window, a poem without words Words we all speak, speak without words Words are in question as soon as their heard The voice of creation comes from the heart An invisible world, speech of angels The language of mankind is just music to most To the brandy of the damned I propose a toast ...