Silent Hour / Golden Mile

Lift, Lift your head Myth, So pristine And white with age Walk with me Speak to me Saint, I don't know your name But your voice so strong Speaks through the glass Speaks through the ground An empty phrase A hollow sound Calm, Quite severe Leave the t

Exile on the hill Gardener in the mire You're diggin' up a swamp He's rising from the field A mess of gold and green Nightmare in the mud There you are There you are There you are There you are Brat on borrowed ground Poser in the grass Tell us what