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History Of Silence

Die Like Gentlemen

Is it quieter now
Than before she was gone?
Did the hush of unspoken things
Suck the air from the room?

Was it quieter then
When the TV was on?
And the crack of an open beer
Pick-up note for a song

So he works on the car
And she sparks up a joint
Each is wondering: Are they still mad at me?
But forgotten the point

As the house catches fire
Not a word to be said
Years of memories burn to ash
In a white noise of dread

The unbearable quiet
In the smoldering frame
He'd fill the vacuum with yells and screams
But it won't numb the pain

Was it something I said?
Was it something she did?
Was there ever a choice?

Is it quieter now
Than when he bit his tongue?
Is it quieter now
Without anyone to practice upon?