Whispering Sons
No Time
Nervous laughter
Nervous laughter
Nervous laughter
Surrounding me

It’s a pressing silence
Depressing silence
In which words resonate
Like bare fists bashing the gates
My bare fists embrace the bricks
My bare fists embrace the bricks
The streets bleed
But the city still stands

It looks familiar but I can’t remember
It looks familiar but I can’t remember

They are still feeling good
And at least the food is fine
But I’m sick of the dust on their words
So I just cough and smile

So they keep quiet
And I repeat myself
This speech is a performance
I repeat myself
Behind the words is chaos
I repeat after someone else
I repeat after everyone else

It sounds familiar, but I can’t remember
It sounds familiar, but I can’t remember

They are still feeling good
And at least the food is fine
But I’m sick of the dust on my words
So I just cough and smile

Nervous laughter
Nervous laughter
Nervous laughter
Surrounding me