My Secret is My Silence - Roddy Woomble

If you never leave the highlands

Like you’re drowning under rain

And your sadness tastes like whiskey

And my body breathes the same

And ill drain my wisdom empty

Just to feel that space again

But you know nothing is outside

And my secret is my silence

My secret is my silence

And my silence is in vain

Im sick of living in these buildings

That were built from blood and rain

And from the warm side of the window

The views always look the same

But your face it held the stories

Full of dreams it can contain

But you know nothing is outside

And my secret is my silence

My secret is my silence

And my silence is in vain

But you know nothing is outside

And my secret is my silence

My secret is my silence

And my silence is in vain

And you held on to a country

From the cail yard to the grave

And you spoke in quickly written verses

Hidden in your gaelic name

To approach land without a harbour

To find your way home

You approach land without a harbour

To find your way home