The Static comes in slow You can feel it grow Our stream of conscience flows Under the streets below
Ooooh
The rivers made of sound Still running underground Runs like a silent flood We run as thick as blood
Ooooh
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 the 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
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 the desperation bound by our own collision we are the voice of breaking down
Down 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 of the discontented mouths Of a haunted nation, we are the voice of breaking down
Can you hear me This is the sound of the desperation bound by our collision, we are the voice of breaking down
This is the sound This is the sound
В нашем мире каждый зарабатывает как может - одни становятся музыкантами, а другие экспедиторами. Самое главное - выбрать себе путь в жизни по своему таланту, чтобы твое дело тебя не раздражало, а приносило тебе удовольствие. Для одних грузоперевозки московская область - это самое настоящее призвание, а для музыкантов Switchfoot - это их альбомы.
