A silent woman parts her lips
   To speak before she ought
   She makes a cross of her emotions
   And a panic of her thoughts
   Out of her mouth she comes in rages
   Like Vesuvius in heat
   She runs ahead of her intentions
   Though she's programmed for defeat
  
   By the hunger and the hatred
   The prostitution of her nature
   She has given and forgiven for to give her
   Kunt forgave her
   To the longing for a loving hand
   Or fist or cock or spike
   But you know you cannot reach her
   'Til she's taken back her life
  
   A lonely child of fourteen
   Finds her future in a drum
   She plays for present day omissions
   And for whom she must become
   Out of her passion breaks the stillness
   Of a solitary mind
   A strict devotion to the rhythm
   With a substitute for time
  
   She looks out of her window
   At the changes in the sky
   She never wants to leave her sanctuary
   Bedroom, books and lies
   But she's grown up on the outside
   With an instinct for the pain
   That drives the men inside her wild
   And women wanting her insane
  
   Both lovers bring their cameras
   To the beach on New Year's eve
   They are expecting nothing other
   Than to see what they believe
   Four feet walking toward the lighthouse
   In the freezing winter rain
   She flashes stately in the distance
   Humming her somnolent refrain
  
   "You are here now, you are here now
   There is nothing left to fear now"
   With each step the sunk is sinking
   Though the truth is less unclear now
   They have won a thousand battles
   They have wrung their own demise
   Now they are standing still and weeping
   For a love they can't despise
  
   A silent woman and a lonely child
   Have nowhere else to go
   But to the lighthouse in December
   Before the New Year takes its toll
   They have found inside each other
   What they had lost within themselves
   Now they are bonded to forever
   In their search for something else
  
   Generations like the water
   Shape the face of every stone
   A pedigree's an invitation
   To discover you're alone
   Out in the kitchen or the courtyard
   Or the bedroom or the bank
   It only takes a fateful moment
   To become the one you thank
  
   And light shall lift them
   Higher and higher
   And dreams shall carry them on
   And loss shall lead them
   To life's final hour
   Where death shall overcome