when the words have finally run out i shall place these hands upon this mouth for talking made a distant life so i d rather be quiet i d rather be quiet even if it isn t torture i would rather drown than be drowning and if it isn t honest then it isn t worth the breath i ll hold it instead i ll hold it instead i ll spend the next year in bed if i can t get my way they might say i ve given in but i ve given up and there s a difference and when the words i lost are found i ll move these hands away and speak them out out out out i ll spend the next year in bed if i can t get my way out out out out out out out out