rise Up from the ground? Can't drown it out Can you hear it now? This is the sound Of a heartbeat This is the sound From the discontented mouths Of
pick sides Or pick fights, my mouth is an army The sound in my mouth It gets so loud, it gets so loud That little words can't slip out Words like sorry The sound
Check, tonight, tonight I'll rise, I'll fall, I'll fail you all We built these cities to stand so tall We've lost our walls I don't wanna lose it coming
Maybe I've been the problem Maybe I'm the one to blame But even when I turn it off and blame myself The outcome feels the same I've been thinking maybe
is the sound of the desperation bound by our own collision We are the voice of breaking down This is the sound This is the sound
Is this the New Year or just another night? Is this the new fear or just another fright? Is this the new tear or just another desperation? Is this the
yuppie word Happy is a yuppie Nothing is sound, nothing is sound Nothing is sound, nothing is sound Nothing is sound, nothing is sound Nothing is sound
Sex is currency She sells cars, she sells magazines Addictive, bittersweet, clap your hands With the hopeless nicotines Everyone's a lost romantic Since
Daisy, give yourself away Look up at the rain A beautiful display Of power and surrender Giving us today And she gives herself away Rain, another rainy
Hey! Yeah yeah, yeah yeah I've got a wound that doesn't heal Burning out again, burning out again I'm not sure which of me is real I'm alone again, burning
Like freedom in spring She's alone tonight with a bitter cup and She's undone tonight, she's all used up She's been staring down the demons Who've been
Sunshine, won't she be my mother? Sunshine, come and help me sing My heart is darker than these oceans My heart is frozen underneath We are crooked souls
Everything is broken, everything is broken Everything is breaking down, breaking down Everything is bleeding, everything is bleeding Everything is breaking
I am the crisis I am the bitter end I'm gonna gun this down I am divided I am the razor edge There is no easy, now The son of sorrow Is staring down
She turns like the ocean, she tells no emotion She's been gunning down the fight She's just reminiscing, blood, sweat, and one thing's missing She's been
a pick pie, a pick size, a pick five and my mouth is an army The Sound in my mouth It gets so loud [2x] Little words can slip out words like sorry The Sound
Prevod: Switchfoot. Sound (Blues John M. Perkins ").
