If all the birds have cursed the sky. A flaming fortress hunting prey. A feathered bird deflowered dies. The flowers die. My knife has turned on life itself. My skin is bathed in poison rain. A room right on an empty shelf. Empty shelf. All the time in the world. And you never changed a thing. All the time in the world. And you stood back and watched. The silent spring silent spring. The hovering of every breath. A legacy of decay infests. Just let me imagine Mother earth. Mother earth. Chorus (x2). Silent spring (repeat).