Running far away out of your eyes In the dark I heard your words I thought I'd never survived In a glare I heard your voice I heard you calling Like a million people died so deep in the night Oh they are silent Oh they are movement Oh they are calling Oh they are silent Running far away out of your eyes In a bed without the sweat of your slaughtered life Like a painted bird that falls into my hands As it died it writhed so cold and faded away