Robert Post

Silence Makes Him Sick

Robert Post


There's a place he knows 
Where horrible stories grow old 
It's in a house that mummy sold 
Inside a door he knows 
Where secrets are left to grow 
Up from the basement and through the floor 

And it's true that he doesn't believe 
That a better set of days will come 

Silence makes him sick 
Silence makes him sick 
And he wonders why it's all like this 

He never leaves the playground 
Doesn't wanna be seen around 
Not before this ghost he knows is found 

And it's true that he doesn't believe 
That a better set of days will come 

Silence makes him sick 
Silence makes him sick 
And he wonders why it's all like this