It's always the quiet ones    Who are stranger than fiction    They hide under tables like a child       What kind of chemistry is it?    Leaden or golden?    Nobody sees them driving us wild       It's your life    Don't just collide with the waves       Oh look into her eyes    You'll see such silent calling    Nothing seems to matter in this life       Wake up your majesty there are    Thieves in the temple    Picking the sunspots out of the sun       Looking for symmetry in man    Another dead Beatle    Down through the path we see how they run       It's your life    Don't just collide with the ways       Oh look into her eyes    You'll see such silent calling    Nothing seems to matter in this life       Oh so many reasons why    You hear the silence calling    Nothing seems to matter in this life       Oh salvation shine a light on a different world    And carry out thoughts on golden rays