Can you be private when the juice is sweet
And the secret is crimson
Can you be quiet when my hands are heat
And the riptide rises?
Can you be blind and a beggar on your knees?
And live on our desire alone
Can you ride the tide in this insanity
And still keep as still as the shadows?
When the cry is so wide on the inside
When the truth jumps quick to the heart
When the wind or the stars are violent
Can you be silent?