listen to the silence, let it ring on eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun we would have a fine time living in the night left to blind destruction waiting for our sight
and we would go on as though nothing was wrong and hide from these days we remained all alone staying in the same place, just staying out the time touching from a distance further all the time
dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
well I could call out when the going gets tough the things that we've learnt are no longer enough no language, just sound, that's all we need know to synchronise love to the beat of the show
we stood out to sea, and on the second day again made the land, when we saw on our weather-bow this notorious promontory in its proper form — veiled in a mist, and its dim outline surrounded by a storm of wind and water. great black clouds were rolling across the heavens, and squalls of rain, with hail, swept by us with such extreme violence. Cape Horn.