[Written by: Southern & Ritchie]



I. I can see. I can see everything from here

And I. I'm in the theatre of my mind

I'm plying every role and I wish you were here



Now you're lonely, lonely like the sun

Whose going to love you, why should anyone?

Can you bear to be the bearer of such things?

I don't believe that I believe it

And I'm afraid that I I'm afraid



I wish you were here

It's another kind of silence

In a world of screaming violence

I wish you were here



I wish you were here

Come and taste some rage

Come and open the cage

And I wish you could feel

What I can feel



Null and void not yet destroyed uneven

Contemplation never got it done

Unattached to any kind of reason

A soul assassination has begun



Tell saint Peter and the angels not to sing

It's another kind of silence

It's another kind of sin