Each night I taste the silence  of the words in my throat  Each day we hide in laughter  when they turn round and float  Do you lie back and thing of england  as they shout in your face  stand up and give them flowers  mary full of grace  Temper's out of control again  there's an itch in my soul again  If I scratch it I will rest in peace  Each day I'm in the future  of a net curtained past  each day I'm out of pocket  time didn't last  Each night I wake up smoking  and my eyes start to sting  wish I could keep them open  when the trees start to sing  Chorus  Each night I taste the silence  of the words in my throat  each day we hide in laughter  when they turn round and float  Chorus