|I've said it with silence, I've said it real loud
From down underground, way down, from over the clouds
So now I say nothing, and this much is true
What I don't believe, means nothing, nothing to you.
I shout from the mountains that nothing need last
Your mind is made up, made up, from time's blistered past
I can't hold a candle to crimes half-recalled
What I don't believe means nothing, nothing at all.
Can't you tell I won't fight anymore?
And you know it's not right
You know it's not right
If my tongue moves I bite down before it can
Tell how hard I've lied
I won't bother knocking where I'll never get in
I'm bound straight to hell for sure if omission's a sin
I won't be the downfall of such miserable bliss
What I don't believe goes something, something like this.
|Scott - vocal, pianos, bass harmonica, trumpet. Glenn - drums, percusion. Peter - electric guitar. Ken - vocal. Sept. 12.|