Immaculate Machine - Statue

your hands were warm and dry
placed lightly on my back
we'd sit and watch the day
slide out from red to black

when it comes to you
you were always the first
when it comes to you
silence is the worst

these tumbleweeds roll by
the memories we made
and these deserted streets
feel like they'll never fade

when it comes to you
you were always the first
when it comes to you
silence is the worst

sun is shining but I don't feel warm
I'm chilled right down to the core
I reach to touch you but my hands are shaking
you don't want me here so I'll go

standing still, tall and proud
even you now turn to gold
this statue I have built
perfect, beautiful and cold

when it comes to you
you were always the first
when it comes to you
silence is the worst

when it comes to you
we were always the first
when it comes to you
silence is the worst

silence is the worst