The Well - Silent Planet

Mother, tell me a story or sing me a song

It’s a sacred sort of disorder how these sisters came along

Of flocks, of fools, and dozens of men

Who fell through their thrones into the abyss of again

The kings of earth, crippled with crowns

And the cursed criminal who turned it upside down

So we shout: «Hold us together, tear me apart»

May our suffering sing the hymns we couldn’t hear

«Hold us together even if it tears me apart»

May our blood be spilled for the life of this world

«Do you feel whole?»

Will you see my face?

You are, you are, you are, you are

I’m not, but you are

I’m not, but you are

Dead to conceive life that tells our stories

Dead to conceive life that tells our stories

«Hold us together, tear me apart»

May our suffering sing the hymns we couldn’t hear

«Hold us together even if it tears me apart»

May our blood be spilled for the life of this world