The Golden Age of Silence

8/2/2004

If silence were golden, then I would be rich
You see, I'm swamped with an overabundance
And conversation with the television isn't very fulfilling,
like sleeping with your socks on

If headaches were healthy, then I would feel great all the time
You know I don't sleep well ; it's a bad habit of mine
And hanging out with empty space just leaves me dry,
like a river with no rain

If love were like heartburn, my heart would be a steady blaze
But distance just struck us and left us to age
And talking to pictures just isn't the same as face to face,
like a kiss through a space suit.