I watched their fingersnI know all about themnand between the sunsetsni wait for the singersnnand now that the day comesnwe're trapped in a cell nownnwarm lips on my ear tellntheir secrets from heavennand from the cement fellnthe boulder in questionnnvoices lead the way to higher ground but I,ncant imagine what has caught my eyenmemories and dreams cant dictate what is real,nbut i tell you everything that i feelnnsun tell me your secretnshout it through the cloudsnsingers are forsakennwe are much too loud