Text: Finch. Falling Into Place. Perfection Through Silence.

Alone at last, together in a photograph
Our eyes are always open
Devoted to perfection through silence

What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit, wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more

This story is told only to those who have no mold
The truth can be bought or sold, but what are we buying?
Nothing but silence

What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit, wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more

Tell me now just what am I supposed to do?
Should I sit, wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more

Fold the corners, break the silence
Fold the corners, just for tonight

Fold the corners, break the silence
Fold the corners, just for tonight

Fold the corners, break the silence
When weakened, when will you rise?

What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit, wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more

Tell me now just what am I supposed to do?
Should I sit, wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more