Quiet Ones

It's always the quiet ones

Who are stranger than fiction

They hide under tables like a child

What kind of chemistry is it?

Leaden or golden?

Nobody sees them driving us wild

It's your life

Don't just collide with the waves

Oh look into her eyes

You'll see such silent calling

Nothing seems to matter in this life

Wake up your majesty there are

Thieves in the temple

Picking the sunspots out of the sun

Looking for symmetry in man

Another dead Beatle

Down through the path we see how they run

It's your life

Don't just collide with the ways

Oh look into her eyes

You'll see such silent calling

Nothing seems to matter in this life

Oh so many reasons why

You hear the silence calling

Nothing seems to matter in this life

Oh salvation shine a light on a different world

And carry out thoughts on golden rays