All the way from Americaholding out your hand.
You pinned your colours to the mast,pinned them high up in the sky.
Look what you do to me,my hands keep thumping waltz in triple time.
She wrote,all the way from Americaarriving just as planned,passing through the blocks and alleyways,the avenues, I'm crying.
Look what you do to me,look what your tender hands have done this time.
And I say,don't take the silence too hard,don't take the silence too hard,your absence lasts through every passing year.
Don't take the silence too hard.
All the way from Americastraining with my eyesto see the hours stretched out before meas I cross the ocean line.
Look what you do for me,my hands are ruby warm and I feel fine.
And I sailto the home of eroticapictured on the stand,kneel down and pray you take no burdensout of the promised land,into the mystery.
Your eyes are full of tales of idle hands.
She says,don't take the silence too hard,don't take the silence too hard,your absence lasts through every passing year,don't take the silence too hard.(solo)
All the way from Americaholding out your hand.
You pinned your colours to the mast,pinned them high up in the sky.
Look what you do to me,my hands keep thumping waltz in triple time.
Don't take the silence too hard,don't take the silence too hard,don't take the silence too hard,don't take the silence too hard,
Don't take,don't take,don't take,don't take,don't take the silence too hard.--->> Enrique Morano emorano@hotmail.com <
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