It's always the quiet ones 
Who are stranger than fiction 
They hide under tables like a child 

What kind of chemistry is it? 
Leaden or golden? 
Nobody sees them driving us wild 

It's your life 
Don't just collide with the waves 

Oh look into her eyes 
You'll see such silent calling 
Nothing seems to matter in this life 

Wake up your majesty there are 
Thieves in the temple 
Picking the sunspots out of the sun 

Looking for symmetry in man 
Another dead Beatle 
Down through the path we see how they run 

It's your life 
Don't just collide with the ways 

Oh look into her eyes 
You'll see such silent calling 
Nothing seems to matter in this life 

Oh so many reasons why 
You hear the silence calling 
Nothing seems to matter in this life 

Oh salvation shine a light on a different world 
And carry out thoughts on golden rays