Constellations - Moulettes

Read my lips.

Can you understand?

Watch my hands, I can show you

Read my lips.

Can you understand?

Watch my hands, I can show you

In the Capitol City, no word heard to be uttered:

The preachers kept as quiet as the whores and the beggars and the politicians

And in the field of battle, you couldn’t hear the clash of metal

The mutineers' muskets were as mute as the tomb they would soon be filling

Young lovers could not speak their hearts

Nor painters discuss their art

Nor lullaby’s were sung to little children

Through the space age clutter

In the dust and in the matter

The spaciousness between them became a spark of recognition

And in the sap and gravel

In the wood and in the metal

The silence was the song that was felt by every atom

A song made into history, an unfolding mystery

A particle, pinnacle decoded

Silkily it sped along, impacted like an atom bomb

Suddenly the atmosphere exploded

High, high, high, in the constellations

The firmament glittered on everything it saw

Sound sung out from every sphere of the aurora

The tiniest atom had learned what it was for

Say the words that are on my lips

Can you understand?

Tell me the answer

Say the words that are on my lips

Can you understand?

Tell me the answer

For every question hanging in the ether

A hundred tongues will answer

For love that took a life time

To learn and decipher

A light speed link along the chain

Made a ring around the earth again

Put an end to empty noises without meaning

No eardrum tight as a trampoline

Not plugged into the big machine

Music is a monster than needs feeding

High, high, high, in the constellations

The firmament glittered on everything it saw

Sound sung out from every sphere of the aurora

The tiniest atom had learned what it was for

High, high, high, in the constellations

The firmament glittered on everything it saw

Sound sung out from every sphere of the aurora

The tiniest atom had learned what it was for