Sanoja: Switchfoot. Hello Hurricane. The Sound (john M. Perkins' Blues).

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The static comes in slow
You can feel it grow
Our stream of conscience flows
Under the streets below

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

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, down

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 own collision
We are the voice of breaking down

This is the sound
This is the sound