Silver Light (Pulse 4 Station Version)

Made of silence, made of fog Made of whisper, made of mud Our copemate is the emptiness Buried in the silver chest All are under way to light Marching in the golden night Suffer from the sweet disgrace Unify at any place Silver light Silver light Silver light Silver light Comprehend the empty phrase Denial of the awkward praise In the end what can remain Stand alone in dreadful rain No one has to pay the price Obviate the mend at twice Always broken by the law Holding on to every straw Silver light Silver light Silver light Silver light Made of silence, made of fog Made of whisper, made of mud Our copemate is the emptiness Buried in the silver chest