Silence, 1801

I don’t know where I’m going, all I have is my breath
So I’ll walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Bound tight like a bud, curled up in a ball
What is broken in spirit, can be mended with gold

All is calm
All is bright
All is calm
All is bright

Bow your head like a flower, turn away from the west
Hear the drum that is beating inside of your chest
Heavy heart, heavy limbs
Sunk in front of an altar, darkness visible

All is calm
All is bright
All is calm
All is bright