: What started as a whisper Slowly turned into a scream Searching for an answer Where the question is unseen I don't know where you came from And
silence with the seeker next to me She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech That turned to mine and asked belligerently "What do I live for?"
down At night I walk the streets looking for romance But I always end up stumbling in a half-trance I search for connection in some new eyes But they're hard for
thunder Come and rescue me Driven by the hunger Of the endless dream I'm searching for the hand that I can hold I'm reaching for the arms that let
never knew love could be a silence in the heart, A moment when the time is still, And all I've been looking for is right here in my arms, Just waiting for
Korea I'll never be cold. I traded my youth for a lifetime of misery. If I were a mirror, No Sir, I couldn't look at me. In searching things both past
Everybody's searching We're all searching for where we belong The boy lives in a high rise now He's neighbours with the sky The mirror in the hallway keeps asking Why The silence
left searching Once again love's promise has been broken And he snores indifferently to the rhythm of her breathing As she lights a cigarette and waits for
done Everchange of hearts The hunter's reason fail The hunt is treason The hunt is over so the feast begins Why search for endurance when all is said
watched by the eyes of time Everything is clearer now The search is on for the next horizon Ritualist! Moving forward with silence and rapid pace Ritualist
Heal the world and close your eyes Return to silence Backing Choir: Return to silence We need no violence Fighting for freedom Return to silence Praying for
oppressed Did they ever see the red light? Over and over Scene by scene Like a recurring nightmare haunting my dreams. How could you prepare For what would happen next? The search
: Live another day Climb a litle higher Find another reason to stay Ashes in your hands Mercy in your eyes If you're searching for a silent sky... You
has reached a turning point Poised for conflict at ground zero Ready for war Do we look to our unearthly guide Ot to white coat heroes Searching for a
takes him this man who is searching it brings him in silence through the night where the Cities that do not Exist, exist It brings him in silence through
and how useless to search it becomes when you seek all the answers in one. But his voice seemed to answer the echoing silence from yesterday's asking and waiting and listening for
longing but the truth is never seen. False sense of freedom grows but dependency shows your part of the machine. A hopeless choice, searching for someone