Strike the slate and measure out the damage done
You tie the needle right through the bone
And I am lost to mothers only son
And I've sung my final song
In this house of failing grace
And I've sang for the patient mother
Naive and child-like lovers
Sang to get out of this place
And I'm drawn to the sound of silence
Cracked whip and peal of sirens
Drawn to this cold empty space
Fill it with white noise
And I'll be your prophet
You'll be counting ships
And followed by hurricanes blown straight from Poseidon's lips
You know my dreams they have fed a fire for so long
This is my final song
Sung by
Sung by sirens
And I've sang for the patient mother
Naive and child-like lovers
Sang to get out of this place
And I'm drawn to the sound of silence
Cracked whip and peal of sirens
Drawn to this cold empty space
Oh, and I've sang for the patient mother
Naive and child-like lovers
Sang to get out of this place
Oh, and I'm drawn to the sound of silence
Cracked whip and peal of sirens
Drawn to this cold empty space
Fill it with white noise