You show astounding grace among these dislocated souls, you're not of this world where everything is bought and soldnI have tried but thankfully I'm flesh and soulnnYou're just standing quiet another lost forgotten art, either way you miss, for you are neither slave nor free if you can stay with me, talk about the things that you most want to benthe quiet art of standing stillnnHold on tight we can withstand the coldest hearts just a world weary smile you feel there's nothing left to give, I want to help you carry this, nif silence is consent then I have nothing left to say, nif you can stay with me, talk about the things that you most want to be well, it's not past you yetnit's the quiet art of standing stillnnThis must be a test, I pray you can find the strength like moments you regret, nothing can be done they're gone, sleep come take me quick to the quiet art of standing still nnTry and touch the place where everything was broken by all that you resist, you cannot make a deal with God I want to help you carry this if silence is consent there's nothing left I have to say nnif you can stay with me talk about the things that you most want to be well it hasn't passed you yet nit's the quiet art of standing still