作曲 : S.Vega/M.Visceglia If language were liquid it would be rushing in Instead here we are In a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be These words are too solid They don't move fast enough To catch the blur in the brain that flies by And is gone and is gone And is gone, gone Gone, gone and is gone I'd like to meet you in a timeless, placeless place Somewhere out of context And beyond all consequences Let's go back to the building (Words are too solid) On little West Twelfth (They don't move fast enough) It is not far away And the river is there And the sun and the spaces Are all laying low (To catch the blur in the brain) And we'll sit in the silence (That flies by and is gone) That comes rushing in and is gone And is gone, gone Gone, gone and is gone I won't use words again They don't mean what I meant They don't say what I said They're just the crust of the meaning with realms underneath Never touched, never stirred Never even moved through If language were liquid it would be rushing in Instead here we are In a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be And is gone, gone, gone, gone And is gone and is gone and is gone And is gone, gone, gone and is gone and is gone
作曲 : S.Vega/M.Visceglia If language were liquid it would be rushing in Instead here we are In a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be These words are too solid They don't move fast enough To catch the blur in the brain that flies by And is gone and is gone And is gone, gone Gone, gone and is gone I'd like to meet you in a timeless, placeless place Somewhere out of context And beyond all consequences Let's go back to the building (Words are too solid) On little West Twelfth (They don't move fast enough) It is not far away And the river is there And the sun and the spaces Are all laying low (To catch the blur in the brain) And we'll sit in the silence (That flies by and is gone) That comes rushing in and is gone And is gone, gone Gone, gone and is gone I won't use words again They don't mean what I meant They don't say what I said They're just the crust of the meaning with realms underneath Never touched, never stirred Never even moved through If language were liquid it would be rushing in Instead here we are In a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be And is gone, gone, gone, gone And is gone and is gone and is gone And is gone, gone, gone and is gone and is gone
