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 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 don t take don t take don t take don t take don t take the silence too hard