During the lacerationnAll you want to do is crynBut at last that realizationnHow quickly fresh blood driesnnNeeds little explanationnIt's gonna take a lot of timenIdeas above our stationnAre over the fog in my mindnnWhen I see I see my signsnnAnd it's the same facenPresenting the same lienIf you keep walking sidewaysnIf you keep changing your mindnAlways the same facenPresenting the same lienIf you keep sidewaysnIf you keep changing your mind...nnWhen I see I see my signsnWhen I see I see my signsnnObsolete, your voices are...nnThey say, silence, it sometimes paysnIn war, silence, it sometimes paysnThey say, silence, it sometimes paysnIn war, silence, it sometimes paysnnSouls and windows, stops existingnHoles where his eyes used to benNeedle and thread hold togethernHis love for the dead, and all who sail in hernnSaw the seashore, unfamiliarnThe water and oil, unfamiliarnSuccess and toil, unfamiliarnUnaccustomed, unfamiliar