A tick, a tock, a tweet, a growl.
The bending howl of passing sirens.
The gentle scrape of skin on skin.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
The steady hum of electricity.
Ones and zeros on the wind.
The constant click and clack of hot and cold.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
Light in dark,
Sound in space,
Pitch black pen
And a blank white page.
Too much sun,
Can't see clear,
Ain't gone deaf
But I still can't hear.
I can't remember the last time
I heard silence.
A wire hanging from each ear.
A voice, a drum, a violin.
Some philosophical conceit.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
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A tick, a tock, a tweet, a growl.
The bending howl of passing sirens.
The gentle scrape of skin on skin.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
The steady hum of electricity.
Ones and zeros on the wind.
The constant click and clack of hot and cold.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
Light in dark,
Sound in space,
Pitch black pen
And a blank white page.
Too much sun,
Can't see clear,
Ain't gone deaf
But I still can't hear.
I can't remember the last time
I heard silence.
A wire hanging from each ear.
A voice, a drum, a violin.
Some philosophical conceit.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
The bending howl of passing sirens.
The gentle scrape of skin on skin.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
The steady hum of electricity.
Ones and zeros on the wind.
The constant click and clack of hot and cold.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
Light in dark,
Sound in space,
Pitch black pen
And a blank white page.
Too much sun,
Can't see clear,
Ain't gone deaf
But I still can't hear.
I can't remember the last time
I heard silence.
A wire hanging from each ear.
A voice, a drum, a violin.
Some philosophical conceit.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
No sound now ends, no sound begins.
Writer: Silas Durocher
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing, Head Heart and Hips Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing, Head Heart and Hips Music