They said he'd an unholy heart no love got through
And when his mother she cried there was nothing too
No tears came rolling down his appled cheeks
Just icy silence from his room for weeks
The hospital he went into couldn't make it cease
There was a psychic deadness in his heart
(Solo Nicky's solo)
A crisis of meaning from the start
(So delicious Nicky Narcissus)
And when he tried to kiss a girl it was himself he saw
The looking glass was always there he'd not let go
He'd call himself up on his telephone
He'd watch himself as he lay at home
He was the only one in his private world
There was a psychic deadness in his heart
(Solo Nicky's solo)
A crisis of meaning from the start
(So delicious Nicky Narcissus)
He'd hold his reflection in his arms
(Solo Nicky's solo)
And gaze like it was a piece of art
(So delicious Nicky Narcissus)
These were the sounds
These are sounds
These are the sounds of silence