La la la la la la la And in the hours that followed, no one could repair In the quiet morning, there was much despair That poor girl, tossed by the tides of misfortune Barely here to tell her tale, rolled in on a sea of disaster Rolled out on a mainline

There are moments that the words don't reach (If you see him in the street, walking by her side Talking by her side, have pity) Forgiveness, can you imagine? There is suffering too terrible to name You hold your child as tight as you can Then push away

I'm alone when the ending comes Take control of the nightmare This fate has become my own I fear I wont make, make it out, out in time I fear I wont make, make it out, out alive There is no quiet ending Ill be taking you with me Through blood and through

Hush now, don't explain Don't explain. Right n' wrong don't matter My life is yours love There ain't nothin' to gain I'm glad that your back Don't' explain Quiet baby, don't explain There is nothing to gain.

Make me feel The way you make me feel I could stand here forever There's nothing else this real Six o'clock again The night is at an end In the quietness Into your love, I feel When the winter's gone

There's a quiet storm Too good for me If I tell you Will you keep on loving me And it never felt like this before Giving me something that's taboo (Sometimes I think you're just too good for me) You give me the sweetest taboo That's why I'm in love with

There's a quiet storm Too good for me If I tell you Will you keep on loving me And it never felt like this before Giving me something that's taboo (Sometimes I think you're just too good for me) You give me the sweetest taboo That's why I'm in love with

(now baby tell what you wanna do with me) Let me take you to a place nice and quiet There ain't no one there to interrupt Ain't gotta rush I just want to take it nice and slow See I've been waiting for this for so long We'll be makin' love until the sun

Come wander quietly and listen to the wind Come here and listen to the sky Come walking high above the rolling of the sea And watch the swallows as they fly There is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings There is no choir like their song There is no

As predicted years ago: that that was, that is, that is no more There was a king (an evil king), who dreamt the wickedest of dreams Washington is next! Of seven empires falling; the wolf is at my door The quiet war has begun with silent weapons And the