Songtext von Silent Slam

Heavy black is what you wore Heavy black is what you wore Painting the memories into the melodies of the fog That you carried In the lines upon your face That were not from nature's grace That were not from nature's grace Silent slam, silent slam You never got there Silent slam, oh, silent slam You were caught here And you slipped out the back Oh you, slipped out the back You slipped out the back Closing the door Carefully behind you But your pails are full now Your pails are full now Sacks of dirt, you're draggin' and wastin' away Hear the bells ring, Sunday morning again And still you're here Your head is full, your head is full Your head is full, your head is full Please let it run thick onto a remnant Please let it run thick onto a remnant of What has been lost Silent slam, oh, silent slam You never got there Silent slam, silent slam You were caught here And you slipped out the back You slipped out the back Oh, you slipped out the back Closing the door Gently behind you And your head is full, your head is full Your head is full, your head is full Please let it run thick onto a remnant Please let it run thick onto a remnant of what has been lost Can you grasp it again, before it folds you? Can you grasp it again, before it folds you? Can you grasp it again, before it folds you too? Before it folds you too? Before it folds you too?