It's always the quiet ones. Who are stranger than fiction. They hide under tables like a child. What kind of chemistry is it?. Leaden or golden?. Nobody sees them driving us wild. It's your life. Don't just collide with the waves. Oh look into her eyes. You'll see such silent calling. Nothing seems to matter in this life. Wake up your majesty there are. Thieves in the temple. Picking the sunspots out of the sun. Looking for symmetry in man. Another dead Beatle. Down through the path we see how they run. It's your life. Don't just collide with the ways. Oh look into her eyes. You'll see such silent calling. Nothing seems to matter in this life. Oh so many reasons why. You hear the silence calling. Nothing seems to matter in this life. Oh salvation shine a light on a different world. And carry out thoughts on golden rays