Silent Song

silently the beat goes on
i tap my feet accordingly
zero zero and none more at all
the rhythm is bland
the tune is mute
and we'll dance in statue like portraits
the sunday sermon will breathe on us
and we'll vomit up the lie
granted we can't hear the truth
through the trumpeted dictatorship of the stage
and we'll dance in place
we'll tap no more
and the band won't get paid at all
but the beat goes on
silent and still silly scary
frankness is a must in this place
sleeping with you in the fiery bed
and we'll wake up to the crackling fire
paused as if on television
and the beat goes on
Silent and gone
and the beat goes on
and on
and on
While i swim where i can
And i dive where i may
for the shells in the pastel ocean
the picture in the picture frame
that's where i'll be
while the beat goes on
and on