| Lyrics: | All the way from America
holding out your hand.
You pinned your colours to the
mast,
pinned them high up in the sky.
Look what you do to me,
my hands keep thumping
waltz in triple time.
She wrote,
all the way from America
arriving just as
planned,
passing through the blocks and alleyways,
the avenues, I'm crying.
Look what
you do to me,
look what your tender hands have done this time.
And I say,
don't take the
silence too hard,
don't take the silence too hard,
your absence lasts through every passing
year.
Don't take the silence too hard.
All the way from America
straining with my
eyes
to see the hours stretched out before me
as I cross the ocean line.
Look what you
do for me,
my hands are ruby warm and I feel fine.
And I sail
to the home of
erotica
pictured on the stand,
kneel down and pray you take no burdens
out of the
promised land,
into the mystery.
Your eyes are full of tales of idle hands.
She
says,
don't take the silence too hard,
don't take the silence too hard,
your absence
lasts through every passing year,
don't take the silence too hard.
(solo)
All the way
from America
holding out your hand.
You pinned your colours to the mast,
pinned them
high up in the sky.
Look what you do to me,
my hands keep thumping waltz in triple
time.
Don't take the silence too hard,
don't take the silence too hard,
don't take the
silence too hard,
don't take the silence too hard,
Don't take,
don't take,
don't
take,
don't take,
don't take the silence too hard.
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