Heavy black is what you wore
Heavy black is what you wore

Painting the memories into the melodies of the fog
That you carried
In the lines upon your face
That were not from nature's grace
That were not from nature's grace

Silent slam, silent slam
You never got there
Silent slam, oh, silent slam
You were caught here
And you slipped out the back
Oh you, slipped out the back
You slipped out the back
Closing the door
Carefully behind you

But your pails are full now
Your pails are full now
Sacks of dirt, you're draggin' and wastin' away
Hear the bells ring, Sunday morning again
And still you're here

Your head is full, your head is full
Your head is full, your head is full
Please let it run thick onto a remnant
Please let it run thick onto a remnant of
What has been lost

Silent slam, oh, silent slam
You never got there
Silent slam, silent slam
You were caught here
And you slipped out the back
You slipped out the back
Oh, you slipped out the back
Closing the door
Gently behind you

And your head is full, your head is full
Your head is full, your head is full
Please let it run thick onto a remnant
Please let it run thick onto a remnant of what has been lost
Can you grasp it again, before it folds you?
Can you grasp it again, before it folds you?
Can you grasp it again, before it folds you too?
Before it folds you too?
Before it folds you too?