Ripped Threads
Static humming
in the overhead wire
We are walking through the winter cold
Writing codes on a forgotten wall Trading secrets that were never told
(stomp stomp clap)
We don't need the bells to ring
We don't need the perfect sound
When we can hear the floorboards shake And feel the weight of
solid ground
Broken plastic on the concrete floor
Counting minutes as the hours slide
Keeping tempo with a heavy heel
There is nowhere left for us to hide
(stomp stomp clap)
We don't need the bells to ring
We don't need the perfect sound
When we can hear the floorboards shake And feel the weight of
solid ground
We
trace the wires to the source And find the lines are glowing
hot
We're standing in the quiet space With everything that we forgot
(stomp stomp clap) We don't need the bells to ring
We don't need the perfect sound
When we can hear the floorboards shake And feel the weight of
solid ground
Nothing but the simple sound we chose to make
Running on the heat
of our own fire
We leave it all behind
us now