Out of silence, out of night

Out of silence, out of night… Oh come on… out of the brain. Then again, whatever they might call it… out of winding ruins, through the steady whisper of bedrooms… Fine… out of the mouth. Then again, the brain is screaming with all its might. Out of pitch-dark, out of the deep… Fine… there's a reason for it. Then again, let it go however — through days and nights, whatever they might call it… a clear name in a scandal, a voice of cold steel. Fine… the truth rang out loud and bold — and you can't hide it in the wreckage of ships, in any deep. Look, right there… oh, you fool. Back to the hush again, back — into the nights… Not very grown-up… Then again…