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My Secret Is My Silence (Roddy Woomble)

If you never leave the highlands like you're drowning under rain and your sadness tastes like whiskey and my body breathes the same and ill drain my wisdom empty just to feel that space again but you know nothing is outside and my secret is my silence my secret is my silence and my silence is in vain im sick of living in these buildings that were built from blood and rain and from the warm side of the window the views always look the same but your face it held the stories full of dreams it can contain but you know nothing is outside and my secret is my silence my secret is my silence and my silence is in vain but you know nothing is outside and my secret is my silence my secret is my silence and my silence is in vain and you held on to a country from the cail yard to the grave and you spoke in quickly written verses hidden in your gaelic name to approach land without a harbour to find your way home you approach land without a harbour to find your way home