The Sound (John M. Perkins' Blues)

Go

The static comes in slow

You can feel it grow

Our stream of conscience flows

Under the streets below

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

The rivers 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 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

Oh, oh

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 the desperation

Bound by our own collision

We are the voice of breaking down

Go

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 the desperation

Bound by our falling condition

We are the voice of breaking down

This is the sound

This is the sound