The Sound

The static comes in slow

You can feel it grow

Our stream of conscience flows

Under the streets below

Oh, oh

The river's made of sound

Still running underground

Runs like a silent flood

We run as thick as blood

Can you hear it 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 a haunted nation

We are the voice of breaking

Down

Can you hear me?

This is the sound

Of a desperation bound

By our own collision

We are the voice of breaking

Down

The static comes alive

Beneath the broken skies

John Perkins said it right

Love is the final fight

Oh, oh

Let it rise above

Rise above

There is no song

Louder than love

This is the sound

Of a heartbeat

This is the sound

From the discontented mouths

Of a haunted nation

We are the voice of breaking

Down

Can you hear me?

This is the sound

Of a desperation bound

By our own collision

We are the voice of breaking

Down

Down

Let it rise above

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 a haunted nation

We are the voice of breaking

Down

Can you hear me?

This is the sound

Of a desperation bound

By a falling condition

We are the voice of breaking

Down

This is the sound

This is the sound