Lyrics
Noise, that projects out of bars
And reflects off of cars,
Bottled up with the heat,
Splitting seams in the night.
Every piercing detail
Of the sirens that wail,
Syncopated in deep
With the neighbors who fight.
Every engine in town
Is a dissonant sound;
Every telephone rings,
Every dreamer who sings...
I can see your lips moving but
I can't hear a thing.
Noise, from construction below,
Like a deafening blow,
Wakes you up from a sleep,
That you barely fell in to.
The attack of machines,
What you thought was a dream,
Is the breaking of dawn,
And the end of what saved you.
Someone's calling your name,
Someone's crying in vain,
And the radio plays
All the hits of the day.
I can see your lips moving but
I can't hear a thing.
The sound of you breathing and silence,
Are luxuries I'll soon forget.
Remember my voice
'cause I'm losing that next.
Noise, falling down from the sky,
When the airplanes go by,
Televisions unite
With more power that ever.
The industrial hum,
That I can't see what from,
And the buzzing of lights
When the party is over.
