Silence

There is no such thing as silence in the heavens or the well

Some protozoan makes semaphore his metaphor to tell

There are hydrocarbon radicals that take the place of one or more

Of the three hydrogen atoms and they cheer each other one

Amo amat amoeba, please don’t ever change

Tomorrow you’ll be gorgeous and this well will be a strange

Strange fruit and wishful thinking, bring me women and bring me men

For the heavens can be noisy too, there’s a din up there as well

If you had them for your neighbours, you would think they’d come from hell

Due to isotopes of thorium and alpha types of ray

You can make out the rules of shinty up and down the Milky Way

Strange fruit and wishful thinking, bring me women and bring me men

But when humans try the silence thing, they pull it inside out

They find their lips can’t fashion what their heart appears to shout

In panic and confusion or a quiet word of prayer

If they didn’t have to human be, the silence would be there

Strange fruit and wishful thinking, bring me women and bring me men

Strange fruit and wishful thinking, bring me women and bring me men