Standing in the door way, breathin is the only sound I hear.
To far away from me, yet still so very closely near.
Spillin' out the silent words in the moon light.
Sharply out comes the sound nothin to sight.
Risin from the darkness is the dead calm
bring the flash bang of the bomb.
bringin the silence of nothin.
stealin the sound from my ears.
I manage to calm the sounds i hear.
Risin the dead calm is a bomb.
Of of my hand into the last palm.
Its frightin' and maddin' this silence i swear.
Too calm for the peices I still have much to bare.
The rage building up slowly and softly goin no where.
Findin things to which all can be in the mix to share.
Barin, feelin, sippin, stillin, everyones to near.
Risin from the darkness is the dead calm
Bring the flash bang of the bomb.
Bringin the silence of nothin.
Stealin the sound from my ears.
I manage to calm the sounds i hear.
Risin the dead calm is a bomb.
Of of my hand into the last palm.
Be pateint and all things will come in good time.
Listen to the words some of them are in a rhyme.
To ones own heart, be surely true cause this dead calm will soon be risin.
Risin from the darkness is the dead calm.
