The cat

Running far away out of your eyes
In the dark I heard your words
I thought I'd never survive
In a glare I heard your voice
I heard you calling...
Like a million people died so deep in the night

Oh, they are silent
Oh, they are movement
Oh, they are calling
Oh, they are silent

Oh, they are silent
Oh, they are movement
Oh, they are calling
Oh, they are silent

Running far away out of your eyes
In a bed without the sweat of your slaughtered life
Like a painted bird that falls
Into my hands, into my hands
As it died it writhed so cold and faded away

Oh, they are silent
Oh, they are movement
Oh, they are calling
Oh, they are silent

Oh, they are silent
Oh, they are movement
Oh, they are calling
Oh, they are silent