"Silence"

VERSE 1

The boy asked for kitchen toys from Santa Claus, no need for John Deers

He liked bright colours and glamour on his bedroom walls, chaise longues and Chandeliers

Could puck around a sliotar, but he ran away from the ball

The oldest in the litter, but felt gangly when standing up tall

He binbagged plastic teasets, strengthened up that wrist

When they laughed at school

Bluetacked Robbie Fowler's hatrick made a boxing fist, staying safe, by playing the fool

He smoothed out goosepimples when Callas sang Vissi D'Arte

And bragged about his girlfriends when the lads called over to play

BRIDGE

Walk like a man, keep your shoulders broad

Ease up on the mincing, you'll fit in with the crowd

CHORUS

When becomes of silent song birds, with longing in their hearts to take a breadth

And break out in song, without sounding wrong, To break out in song, without sounding wrong

VERSE 2

The boy inside the man, plays parts for all except himself, without an acting guide

His real persona's in a coma, love's left on the shelf, can't show his other side

Small talk with handsome strangers, he looks down, as they see through his guise

A brush without a painter, on a canvas - blank - with hopeless denial

BRIDGE

Walk like a man, keep your shoulders broad

Ease up on the mincing, you'll fit in with the crowd

CHORUS

When becomes of silent song birds, with longing in their hearts to take a breadth

And break out in song, without sounding wrong, To break out in song, without sounding wrong