A silent woman parts her lips   To speak before she ought   She makes a cross of her emotions   And a panic of her thoughts   Out of her mouth she comes in rages   Like Vesuvius in heat   She runs ahead of her intentions   Though she’s programmed for defeat      By the hunger and the hatred   The prostitution of her nature   She has given and forgiven for to give her   Kunt forgave her   To the longing for a loving hand   Or fist or cock or spike   But you know you cannot reach her   ’Til she’s taken back her life      A lonely child of fourteen   Finds her future in a drum   She plays for present day omissions   And for whom she must become   Out of her passion breaks the stillness   Of a solitary mind   A strict devotion to the rhythm   With a substitute for time      She looks out of her window   At the changes in the sky   She never wants to leave her sanctuary   Bedroom, books and lies   But she’s grown up on the outside   With an instinct for the pain   That drives the men inside her wild   And women wanting her insane      Both lovers bring their cameras   To the beach on New Year’s eve   They are expecting nothing other   Than to see what they believe   Four feet walking toward the lighthouse   In the freezing winter rain   She flashes stately in the distance   Humming her somnolent refrain      "You are here now, you are here now   There is nothing left to fear now"   With each step the sunk is sinking   Though the truth is less unclear now   They have won a thousand battles   They have wrung their own demise   Now they are standing still and weeping   For a love they can’t despise      A silent woman and a lonely child   Have nowhere else to go   But to the lighthouse in December   Before the New Year takes its toll   They have found inside each other   What they had lost within themselves   Now they are bonded to forever   In their search for something else      Generations like the water   Shape the face of every stone   A pedigree’s an invitation   To discover you’re alone   Out in the kitchen or the courtyard   Or the bedroom or the bank   It only takes a fateful moment   To become the one you thank      And light shall lift them   Higher and higher   And dreams shall carry them on   And loss shall lead them   To life’s final hour   Where death shall overcome