I too am fluent in silence
Come sit next to me
Tell me your violence
Sing your song of misery
I'll sit and listen
Heart aches in my treasury
Trapped in my own prison

Glued to my fear
Lend me your hand
Feel these tears
Stories so grand
Reminisce the wasted years

I'll follow you
To have and to hold
You know it to be true
Hearts made of gold
Alone at last, let's see this through