Sit here in silence Bury your violence In ice and whiskey It won't hurt a minute to look down admit it, you're drunk Hold off the phones They don't ring and they don't call back Now sit here in silence Watch the lizards crawl over your window Bury your violence The swirling dips into your dreams You better stand upright They're expecting a life-like Someone who knows why he's here Though you know better You don't do impressions of cheer Singing from the mosque Makes my heart sore I don't know a word But it sounds like The lord Daydream of cold days Pink fingers held over fire You'll retire When the children play Carnegie Hall You've had a minute To think of your limits You've had a day To reflect on your ways You've two years Rolling footage of anytime Someone caught you in headlights When you're packing for home And I need a father Here's hoping you'll show Singing from the mosque Makes my heart sore I don't know a word But it sounds like The lord