This is a symptom of silence
To gaze at the starry sky
It’s bliss that we have no fear
And no reason to wonder why
Those who dance in the starry sky
Together; they look at us and
Wonder why we have no reason
To be happy all the time
Together, we look at them and
Laugh at their foolish attempts
To be happy all the time
When there is no hope for anyone
And they laugh at our foolish attempts
To cover the holes in our hearts
When there is no hope for anyone
But, we understand the truth
To cover the holes in our hearts
A fear that we might have bliss
But we understand the truth
A symptom of silence is this
Nimbus in a Bottle 