The Grinding Silence

...and when the ocean washed me up onto you shore, was I then Saved? Oh, loveable liar You whispered tales to me at night, but how come you never gave Them voice? Staring into enticing darkness, you chose to close your eyes I could never have predicted this loss of self and time And I am crushed against your stone (Under the silence, the grinding silence) ...and yes, time will float by, but never will it heal a Single wound You cannot remake this You grind me to dust with your pain Now, will you let me have mine? And you, still standing there, swept in your moth-eaten pride: I never wanted this to be I never wanted this And I am crushed against your stone (Under the silence, the grinding silence)