When your silent eyes won't speak
But you can't feel the quiet
And you're strumming all the strings
But there's nothing but darkness

With your crying eyes
It's only your prayers that you're fighting
And the way is shown
But you can't see the world without starlight

So you hollow yourself in the mercy of man
You just need something to find your way home
But a spire of dreams are the finest of things
You just need someone to carry you home (carry you)

When your quiet eyes won't speak
But you can't feel the silence
And you're forced to scrape and steal
'Til you're nothing but diamond

And royal kings or a choir of thieves
You just need someone to find your way home
A spire of dreams are the finest of things
You just need someone to carry you home

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Writer(s): Robert Been