One word in the cold  Can bedew a part of their closet  We call it the unseen room  Discovered with a breath    I can say we are not alone  They imitate our noises  Of cracking deals and screaming floors  To keep us innocent    They' re knocking at my door  My faith keeps them outside  But non stop are these noises  Of the silence in my head    I’ve waited for this moment  The hurting season before the tears  So bittersweet is burning  Before it disappears    Silence can tell me where to go  A golden hall of ghosts is in my head  Silence so individual  Can no one hear the voices  From another world    Did you ever feel a cold air in your chamber  Or you're aware of places where you've surely never been  Did you ever have a dream and suddenly remember  Reflecting databases from a stranger’s memory    Then you received a message  Of something you have heard  At last in languages of a child.  ‘Cause only when you listen to  Wild… wild… wild…  So bittersweet is burning  So bittersweet is burning  Before it disappears    Silence can tell me where to go  A golden hall of ghosts is in my head  Silence so individual  Can no one hear the voices  From another world    Oh so many faces crossing we have never seen  In a lonely city not unusual  Suddenly you meet a certain stranger day by day  May could be an angel or a seraphim    They're waiting for this moment  The hurting season before the tears  So bittersweet is burning  Before it disappears    Silence can tell me where to go  A golden hall of ghosts in my head  Silence so individual  Can none hear the voices  From another world