[Written by: Southern & Ritchie]      I. I can see. I can see everything from here   And I. I'm in the theatre of my mind   I'm plying every role and I wish you were here      Now you're lonely, lonely like the sun   Whose going to love you, why should anyone?   Can you bear to be the bearer of such things?   I don't believe that I believe it   And I'm afraid that I I'm afraid      I wish you were here   It's another kind of silence   In a world of screaming violence   I wish you were here      I wish you were here   Come and taste some rage   Come and open the cage   And I wish you could feel   What I can feel      Null and void not yet destroyed uneven   Contemplation never got it done   Unattached to any kind of reason   A soul assassination has begun      Tell saint Peter and the angels not to sing   It's another kind of silence   It's another kind of sin