The Quiet Few
The lacquer is creeping into the mirror
And you saw enough
You saw me lost and wandering and
You saw enough
By candlelight you're offering me
A halo of sun
Don't have the heart to go puncturing it
That sacred door
With a left
With a left
With a left
With a right
With a right
With a right
With a left
With a left
With a left
The winds have blown and I'm sorry for me
Winds have blown and I'm sorry for me
And the winds have blown
Winds have blown inside me
Don't linger upon the joy that's in me
It's just a naked ghost
Not hard for the boy that's long up in me
I'm just the host
They are the, they are the they
Me not they, me not they they
They are the quiet few
They are the, they are the they
Me not they, me not they they
They are the quiet few
Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away