As if by chance We flicker into Your field of view Brushed aside by the winds Of time and you Won't speak too soon Armies of who you were And who we are Light up the room ♪ Show us the dance Our masters will moan Tell us that no one That no one can rise on their own Don't speak too soon We are the wives on the wires Brushed softly by the breeze of time Under the surface you can hear our cries We are lovers living Underneath the maze Of the painter's grave We are lovers living Underneath the maze Of the painter's grave Take us away ♪ As if by chance The layers peel off Leaving a mess Shedding their lives For this palimpsest Don't speak too soon Silence becomes you It becomes you, young man Silence becomes you We are lovers living Underneath the maze Of the painter's grave We are lovers living Underneath the maze Of the painter's grave