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Silence Is - Paul Heaton/Jacqui Abbott

Written by：Paul Heaton

When you're staring a few inches from the wall

And you're watching a single spider begin it's crawl

It's just a single thread he spins

It has to break his fall

And silence is the slowest dance of all

From the green keepers good morning to the birds

To the father at the funeral stuck for words

There's a part of us that's confident and

Can pad it out two thirds

Silence is the slowest song of all

Silence is the cancer that wakes us in the morn

Turns our every sensors into weak mead and withdrawn

We wish to speak with everyone

Wish we'd not been born

Silence is the deadly dance

The reason spiders take that chance

Spin that web for flies and ants

Silence is the greatest dance of all

From the noise of New York traffic to Nepal

From Hindu Buddhist peace to inaudible roar

From the sea though to inaudible to the wide boy on the shore

Silence is the waltz that grabs us all

From the friendly wave of postie over hedge

To the inaudible from brand new reg

It could be suicide for window cleaner standing on that ledge

Silence is the dance that grabs us all

Silence is the cancer that wakes us in the morn

Turns our every sensors into weak mead and withdrawn

We wish to speak with everyone

Wish we'd not been born

Silence is the deadly dance

The reason spiders take that chance

Spin that web for flies and ants

Silence is the greatest dance of all

Silence is the model knife that cuts into our throat

Gets the punchline slices up and turns us into the joke

Takes the inaudible and vampires up the inaudible

Pacific heights to rio stokes

Silence every once it comes

Cross the world the word is month

Silence bangs the loudest drums

Silence bangs the loudest drums

Silence bangs the loudest drums

Silence bangs the loudest drums

Cross the world

Silence bangs the loudest drums

Silence bangs the loudest drums

Silence bangs the loudest drums

Silence bangs the loudest drums

Silence is the cancer that wakes us in the morn

Turns our every sensors into weak mead and withdrawn

We wish to speak with everyone

Wish we'd not been born

Silence is the deadly dance

The reason spiders take that chance

Spin that web for flies and ants

Silence is the greatest dance of all

The greatest dance of all

The greatest dance of all

The greatest dance of all