Constellations

Read my lips. Can you understand?
Watch my hands, I can show you
Read my lips. Can you understand?
Watch my hands, I can show you

In the Capitol City, no word heard to be uttered:
The preachers kept as quiet as the whores and the beggars and the politicians
And in the field of battle, you couldn't hear the clash of metal
The mutineers' muskets were as mute as the tomb they would soon be filling

Young lovers could not speak their hearts
Nor painters discuss their art
Nor lullaby's were sung to little children

Through the space age clutter
In the dust and in the matter
The spaciousness between them became a spark of recognition
And in the sap and gravel
In the wood and in the metal
The silence was the song that was felt by every atom

A song made into history, an unfolding mystery
A particle, pinnacle decoded
Silkily it sped along, impacted like an atom bomb
Suddenly the atmosphere exploded

High, high, high, in the constellations
The firmament glittered on everything it saw
Sound sung out from every sphere of the aurora
The tiniest atom had learned what it was for

Say the words that are on my lips
Can you understand? Tell me the answer
Say the words that are on my lips
Can you understand? Tell me the answer

For every question hanging in the ether
A hundred tongues will answer
For love that took a life time
To learn and decipher

A light speed link along the chain
Made a ring around the earth again
Put an end to empty noises without meaning
No eardrum tight as a trampoline
Not plugged into the big machine
Music is a monster than needs feeding

High, high, high, in the constellations
The firmament glittered on everything it saw
Sound sung out from every sphere of the aurora
The tiniest atom had learned what it was for

High, high, high, in the constellations
The firmament glittered on everything it saw
Sound sung out from every sphere of the aurora
The tiniest atom had learned what it was for