My Secret Is My Silence

Roderick Woomble

If you never leave the highlands
Like you're drowning under rain
And your sadness tastes like whiskey
And my body breathes the same
And I'll drain my wisdom empty
Just to feel that space again

But you know nothing is outside
And my secret is my silence
And my secret is my silence
And my silence is in vain

I'm sick of living in these buildings
That were built in blood and rain
And from the warm side of the window
The views always look the same
But your face, it held the stories
Full of dreams it can contain

But you know nothing is outside
And my secret is my silence
And my secret is my silence
And my silence is in vain

You know nothing is outside
And my secret is my silence
And my secret is my silence
And my silence is in vain

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

And you held on to a country
From the cail yard to the grave
And you spoke in quickly written verses
Hidden in your gaelic name
To approach land without a harbour
To find your way home

And you approached land without a harbour
And find your way home
And you approached land without a harbour
And find your way home
And you approached land without a harbour
And find your way home
And you approached land without a harbour
And find your way home
And you approached land without a harbour
And find your way home

But if it seems late
But you know nothing is outside
And my secret is my silence
And my secret is my silence
And my silence is in vain

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