Death of a Tune - The Hidden Cameras

Silence from you is like

The death of a tune, oh

I have been driven down

By those nursery rhymes, oh

Am I troubled by youth

To be wordless and useless?

oh

Wordless and you

Wordless and you

It’s been the same forever

It’s the start of it all

A congregation

The meaning block

Spring and summer

When I enter the room

I hear the chirp of a lark, oh

Mumbling in a whine

My own melody line, oh

And if I sing to the wall

I’d be killing them all, oh

Killing them all

Killing them all

It’s the same expression

That’s been used on them all

A slow elation

That can warm the flock

Let’s keep it together

Am I just being used

When I hear mostly lies?

Oh

In confusion, I think

What a pity to rhyme, oh

Smothering my own muse

By a telepathy line, oh

Telepathy line

Telepathy line

If we abstain forever

We can start the love

It’s the same in heaven

As they fall apart

The mind recovers

The soul is lost

The body’s my brother