I will confront you at last you dreaded empty When I met you in others I fell in love From the cradle, to the bottle, to the needle to the bed We all need something to deliver us from dread
But I believe in truth
Out of this noise, here comes the stillness Out of this chaos, here comes the order Out of this language, out of this language Out of these words
And a hollow man leaves you empty-handed With fingers carved from Asian ivory From the cradle, to the treadmill, to the rocker, to the last sigh Some are made happy when something dies
Out of this noise, here comes the stillness Out of this chaos, here comes the order Out of this language, out of this language Out of these words