Sweet, sweet silence... In the Winter's time.
Sidewalk shrinking... and you?

TV's twinkling. The sky cushioned my ditch with a couch of snow.
So deep. So cold and so blue. And you?

Sweet sweet silence. I'm already gone.
I's pleased to meet you speckled my throat like a junkie'd prick,
So cold, so blue, and slender.

It hiss like snow do
As though fish's could know any better
Underneath the ice in suspension.
It feels like your mouth.
A drip of spit on the end of your tongue
Falls into the ice and cracks like thunder
And a dream I had of girders
And an abandoned truck in an underground parking lot
With the keys in the ignition.

If I be the crane, if you can be the site inspector
Who had a scotch at lunch and a problem with his wife?
You didn't notice

The truck, the wires,
The white silence of the coming blue fires,
The sabotage of a giant thing that would benefit the workers.
It's all too much. A spirit can't sink any deeper
In to dope, dope, dope, dope, and submission.

And I know it's a dream I have. Yeah, it's what I think I know.
'Cause if all this pain and endless anger has somewhere to go...
If I had the permit to, all hail Leo Copter!

And you would like my face.
You would like my face.

You take a walk. I'll be your side of joy in love, I miss you.
Give me something to cry about... to cry about.
You give me something to cry about.

Sweet, sweet silence. I'm already gone.

Writer : BIDINI, DAVE AUGUST / KERR, DON / TIELLI, MARTIN RADAMEZ / VESELY, TIMOTHY WARREN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.