There is no music to this scene It's breasts and flashing lips The din of flesh on flesh And it's the rasp that stops the retch ♪ It's silent hours and empty stares And fading tunes that held her dress When air and salt sang in her hair And she smelled of me and sand and sweat Mute with the words I cannot I cannot sing There is no... ♪ There is no music to this scene It's breasts and flashing lips The din of flesh on flesh And it's the rasp that stops the retch ♪ It's whining moons and heavy limbs And it's a group of laughing men They're all dressed up and loud and smart And old and young and fair and dark Mute with words I cannot I cannot sing There's only so much skin that I can scratch Over the patch (Before and) Before I'm deaf in this scene Before I'm deaf There is no...