Monochrome Songtext
von Helium Horse Fly

Sitting in silence
Across the grey god
A wise man
Rising his crown
Smiling at dead waves
What should, what should we think?
And who shall we tell about what?

There′s no lair
Under glowing skin
No hiding
Suppressed thoughts
On a noise therapy
The audience is sentenced

Let us be re-bored, let us be
Let us be re-bored, let us be


The grey god
Won't judge
The wretches
The acclaimed stars
To each wave
Its own weight

We will be re-bored, we will be
We will be re-bored, we will be

The white man is coming our way
The white man is coming our way
The white man is coming

The white noise is fading away
The white noise is fading away

Sitting in silence
Across the grey god
A wise man
Rising his crown
Smiling at dead waves
What should, what should we think?
And who shall we tell?