Patagonia

There's a hole in space
where the demons wait.
They'll control our tongues
when the silence comes.
By the time we awake,
the desire is gone.

There's a queen in place
who'll decide our course
while they'll smile and wait
'til the silence comes.

We'll dance across the wire.
We dance above the flames.

There's a deep black grave
It's where the lonely wait
to control our tides
when the silence comes.

You are inside the heart of this web.
Lying inside hovered in prayer.
You are inside the heart of this web.
Waiting inside, covered in smiles, loving this dance
across the wire,
dance above the flames.

There's a hole in space
where your demons wait
to control our tongues
when the silence comes,
when the silence comes.
We'll receive our fate
when the silence comes.