Language

(앨범: Solitude Standing - 1987)

If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be

These words are too solid
They don't move fast enough
To catch the blur in the brain
That flies by and is gone
And is gone

And is gone, gone
Gone, gone
And is gone

I'd like to meet you
In a timeless, placeless place
Somewhere out of context
And beyond all consequences
Let's go back to the building (Words are too solid)
On little West Twelfth (They don't move fast enough)
It is not far away and the river is there
And the sun and the spaces (To catch the blur in the brain)
Are all laying low
And we'll sit in the silence (That flies by and is gone)
That comes rushing in
And is gone

And is gone, gone
Gone, gone
And is gone

I won't use words again
They don't mean what I meant
They don't say what I said
It's just the crust of the meaning
With realms underneath
Never touched, never stirred
Never even moved through

If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be

And is gone, gone
Gone, gone
And is gone

And is gone
And is gone
And is gone
Gone, gone
And is gone
And is gone
Gone