Although it appeared like vision Stretching time; slowing down Like a fire without sound And I think I heard silence For the first time it hit me That I had nothing more That I was going home And I sat there for hours At the edge of a river And I saw nothing more Is this all? nothing more? Only on the top of the glasshouse And the face throwing stones Hasn't ever atoned And I sat there for hours At the edge of a river And I saw nothing more And I saw nothing more And I think I heard silence For the first time it hit me That I had nothing more That I was going home And I sat there for hours At the edge of a river And I saw nothing more Is this all? nothing more?