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Don't Take The Silence Too Hard [Colin Vearncombe]

All the way from America holding out your hand
You pinned your colours to the mast
Pinned them high up in the sky
Look what you do to me
My hands keep thumping waltz in triple time

So she wrote
All the way from America
Arriving just as planned passing through the blocks and alleyways
The avenues I’m crying
Look what you do to me
Look what your tender hands have done this time

And I say
Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard
Your absence lasts through every passing year
Don’t take the silence too hard

All the way from America
Straining with my eyes to see the hours stretched out before me
As I cross the ocean line
Look what you do for me
My hands are ruby warm and I feel fine

And I sail
To the home of erotica
Pictured on the stand kneel down and pray you take no burdens
Out of the Promised Land
Into the mystery
Your eyes are full of tales of idle hands

She says
Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard
Your absence lasts through every passing year
Don’t take the silence too hard

All the way from America
Holding out your hand
You pinned your colours to the mast
Pinned them high up in the sky
Look what you do to me
My hands keep thumping waltz in triple time

Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard