If the world remained silent, leaving things unsaid
If lips never parted and words are dead
How must we link a line to connect
How must we bind the things we select.
A world without labels, remaining vague
A world without labels, remaining vague
Without precision, an international plague
Eternally guessing is now life's new game
Anonymous feelings are left to blame.
Not all things are expected to be tacit
Not all things are expected to be tacit
Because a boundary exists and we must surpass it
There are different worlds, distinct perceptions
But deprived of an egress, they are mere imaginations.
Your lips are hammers, your words are nails
With those you can deliver what the mind entails
But whether the bridge falls or the bridge remains
Is up to people in all domains.
