When the wind dies down and the howling stops

The hurting starts, then I hear your name

In this quiet time, this aching time

I can hear your fingers on the window pane



If I was in the dark, if I was in the light

If we were walking through the forests of the night together

If we were taken down, down into the heart

Of the blackest night where we could sleep forever



Keep quiet, I hear you

Keep quiet, I hear you



When you sing, I think I know more than I hear you speak

I have to keep it close enough to me

'Cause I don't want to disrupt all you think

And I don't want to disturb what we keep quiet



Baby, with these open arms I pray, I will not see the day without you

Homeless is the driving wind and I will run away with him without you, without you

Without you, without you

Without you



When you sing, I have to keep it close just as a hymn

And in your breath I know just what you sing

And spoken words might not be what we speak

'Cause in our lungs there's something that we keep quiet