Bury the switchblade a foot deep in snow   Silence is golden   She loved him, you know   Fold up his good shirts and dust off his robe   The violence is over, they told her so   Is it over? Is it over, I said, is it over? Is it?   Her mind tears asunder the heartstrings below   Years go by, still she cannot break the code   The trauma has severed the flesh from the bone   Guilt weighs so heavily on her soul   Is it over? Is it over, I said, is it over? Is it?   Veins stretched tight over a heart blue and cold   Silence is made of gold   Hurt is to have and to hold   This is what she has been told   Is it over? Is it over, I said, is it over? Is it?   Someone speaks softly through the horror and pain:   "Love has gone, but it could come again."   Spring arrives quietly, warming her skin   Her heart, now red, is beating again   Oh, it's over