Bursting in the dark

You see the flower, we see the thorn. You see the tears, we see the work. One clock is for the day, another more for some respect. You see the picture, we see the sky. You see the kitchen, we see the knife. Two clocks are not enough, if your time is valued half. We are the flower, we are the thorn. We are the tears, we are the work. We are the silence, and the noise just bursting in the dark. We are the picture, we are the sky. We are the kitchen, we are the knife. We are the silence, and the noise just bursting in the dark.