Rapture - The Great Distance Lyrics
a noise quieter than a dying breathmirrors on the blank side of the papera need to control this suicidesomething i'll never quite understandwhat would heal these holesmarks left by the feeding needletonight the bullets turn into keysand we escapethis was the day of losing controla sea of silence where i gostuck somewhere between a blick and a tearand the great distancemaybe it was just a ghost of a voicei thought i once heardmaybe nothing of the likemaybe it was a memoryi thought i saw creeping bymaybe nothing"Better to die, and to sleepThe never waking sleep, than linger on,And dare to live, when the soul's life is gone."[Sophocles (496BC-406-5BC)]