"Quiet Americans" lyrics

I can't help it, if all the world is ending
All the life is gone while you're calling out this name
Where are the Americans?

Your dimmed conscience, your hands and eyes that wander
Stumbling down the road
Or collapsing on parade

Or lying alone in the eastern light
Sleeping in the morning hours, the only sound
From the lantern covered hills, the only light
From the day yet to begin, the only sign
Of the guns in silhouette
The only sound, the only light

Only, only!

Our dull silence, our disconnected lives
Pull out the lightning dust
At the mention of his name
Whither the Americans!

Shake the memories off, hide the evidence under
Piss on the world below
Like a dog that knows its name
Where are the Americans?

All calling on their own tonight
Filling the remaining hours
The only sounds are the bells upon the hill, the only light
Are the lanterns in the wind, the only sight
Skims the rust off the rails
The only sound, the only light

Only, only!

The only light is the day yet to begin
The only sign of the lives in silhouette
The only sound is the rushing of the wind
The only light is not the only life

Only, only!