Read my lips. Can you understand?
Watch my hands, I can show you.
Read my lips. Can you understand?
Watch my hands, I can show you.
In the Capitol City, no word heard to be uttered:
The preachers kept us quiet as the whores and the beggars and the politicians.
And in the field of battle, you couldn't hear the clash of metal.
The mutineers' muskets were as mute as the tomb they would soon be filling
Young lovers could not speak their hearts,
Nor painters discuss their art,
Nor lullaby's were sung to little children.
Through the space age clutter,
Through the dust and in the matter,
The spaciousness between them became a spark of recognition.
And in the sap and gravel,
In the wood and in the metal
The silence was the song that was sung by every atom.
A song made into history, an unfolding mystery,
A particle, pinnacle decoded.
Silkily it sped along, impacted like an atom bomb.
Suddenly the atmosphere exploded!
High, high, high, in the constellations,
The firmament glittered on everything it saw
Sound sung out from every sphere of the aurora
The tiniest atom had learned what it was for.
Say the words that are on my lips.
Can you understand? Tell me the answer.
Say the words that are on my lips.
Can you understand? Tell me the answer.
For every question hanging in the ether
A hundred tongues will answer.
For love that took a life time
to learn and decipher.
A light speed link along the chain
Made a ring around the earth again,
Put an end to empty noises without meaning.
No eardrum tight as a trampoline
Not plugged into the big machine,
Music is a monster than needs feeding.
High, high, high, in the constellations,
The firmament glittered on everything it saw
Sound sung out from every sphere of the aurora
The tiniest atom had learned what it was for.
High, high, high, in the constellations,
The firmament glittered on everything it saw
Sound sung out from every sphere of the aurora
The tiniest atom had learned what it was for.