I'm waiting for the peace to arrive
And my patience has been gone now for a while
And the windows I am breaking don't provide enough air
And the silence I am seeking doesn't come around here
But tonight the town is lit
And I'm sitting here hidden in my head
And the words that used to come out were my own
And I should know that because I've kissed the Blarney stone
But the silence I am seeking doesn't come around here
I've been seeking in religion, in the music, the ever lasting
In the friendships, in the girlfriends, in the absence of mind and conscience
But the silence I am seeking doesn't come around here
But tonight the town is dead
And I'm locked up, stocked up, f*cked up in my bed
And the words that used to come up were my own
And I should know that because I've kissed the Blarney stone
But the silence I am seeking doesn't come around here
I've been seeking in the garden, in the sea shells, around the corners
In the school yard, around the tables, on the pavements, on the side walks
But the silence I am seeking doesn't come around here
I've been seeking around the coast lines, around the borders of every country
In the mountains, in the tree tops, inside buildings and inside feelings
But the silence I am seeking doesn't come around here