Silent audience, one reservation
Old hands hold hands and pray
As we sing the songs of late December
Mothers, daughters and sons
Carols ring through the sadness and sorrow
Ice blue eyes wearing thin
Smiling choir with tears on their faces
Hallelujah today
We can't break the silence
We can't heal the bruise
We can't halt the journey you're on
We can't break the news
Fading days on the fields and the beaches
Green grass, nights pass to dust
Standing here I remember the changes
Lost words, years blurred to days
We can't break the silence
We can't heal the bruise
We can't halt the journey you're on
We can't break the news
Nothing's sacred and nothing's forever
Hold on young ones to me
Smooth your hair and pull back the dark curtain
More light more light in here
We can't break the silence
We can't heal the bruise
We can't halt the journey you're on
We can't break the news
We can't break the silence
We can't heal the bruise
We can't halt the journey you're on
We can't break the news