No Witness

No one sees me climbing up those stairs

None to ask what I am doing there

No witness to a soul without a prayer

I never make a sound when I'm going round

And you're not there

In silence under cover of the black

We'll wait until the world has turned its back

Then we let go the vows of old

And the bodies pound on the old home ground

When you're not around

In silence under cover of the black

We'll wait until the world has turned its back

Then we let go the vows of old

And the bodies pound on the old home ground

When you're not around

I have found how that woman sounds

When you're not around

When a tree falls down

Makes the same old sound

When you're not around