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
(solo)
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