Perfection Through Silence
Finch
Letra

Alone at last, together in a photograph

our eyes are always open, devoted to perfection through silence



What am I supposed to do?

Should I sit, wait for you?

Listen to me screaming more



The story is old, only to those who have no mold

The truth can be bought or sold

But what are we buying?

Nothing but silence



What am I supposed to do?

Should I sit, wait for you?

Listen to me screaming more



Fold the corners, break the silence

Fold the corners, just for tonight