Perfection Through Silence

Alone at last, together in a photograph Our eyes are always open, devoted to perfection through silence What am I supposed to do? Should I sit, wait for you? Listen to me screaming more This story is old, only to those that have no mold The truth can be bought or sold, but what are we buying? Nothing but silence What am I supposed to do? Should I sit, wait for you? Listen to me screaming more Tell me now just what am I supposed to do? Should I sit, wait for you? Listen to me screaming more Fold the corners, break the silence Fold the corners just for tonight Fold the corners, break the silence Fold the corners just for tonight Fold the corners, break the silence (what do we get?, what will you write?) What am I supposed to do? Should I sit, wait for you? Listen to me screaming more Tell me now just what am I supposed to do? Should I sit, wait for you? Listen to me screaming more