Nightingale Video (MV)

You stand on top of the roof
Looking out
Your hair is dancing in complex steps around you

We're all standing below
Afraid to breathe
Silent eyes tracking everything you do

Your mute defiance
Of these strictures
Your silence
Is my scripture

You stretch an arm to the sky
Maybe you're pointing
But we all lack the requisite context to be sure

I stand apart from the crowd
Enraptured
By your gestures warping the very light around you

Your mute defiance
Of these strictures
Your silence
Is my scripture

And now the crowd has gone
We are alone
Just you and your most faithful acolyte

I can't explain how I know
But when I leave here
I will be swallowed by the sounds of the night

Your mute defiance
Of these strictures
Your silence
Is my scripture