Your Beauty Is Your Silence

Come late, always late

I'm finding the feeling of sun on my face

Cold feet, heart quakes

So clean, squeaky clean

Is this the part where I say all that I mean?

Too deep, heart-shaped

I'm tired and you disgrace the light we made

So high and in the way of light we saved

Collect, my sweat

Running down and making waves at my neck, cold feet, deceased

Oh man, you're the man

Who gives me almost everything that you can

Go deep, I scream

I'm tired and you disgrace the light we made

So high and in the way of light we saved

You're late, always late

I'm craving the feeling of sun on my face

Don't speak, I'll break

Oh man, you're the man

You give me almost everything that you can

So speak, I'll wait

I'm tired and you disgrace the light we made

So high and in the way of light we saved

Your beauty is your silence

What you do to me

Your confidence

Your beauty is your silence

Nothing in between and no consequence