Alba s touto skladbou:
Cities,
Growing tired of bedside resolve
Public display of depression
Something’s got to give now
Something’s going to break down
I grow tired of writing songs
Where people listen
But never hear what’s really going on now
Tell me what’s so wrong now
Clap your hands, all ye children
There’s a clamor in your whispering
Clap your hands tonight
Hear what the silence screams
Clap your hands
Clap your hands now, all ye children
Clap your hands, all ye children
There’s a clamor in your whispering tonight
For most who live and breathe,
Hell is never knowing who they are now
Tell me who you are now
Finally safe from the outside
Trapped in what you know
Are you safe from yourself?
Can you escape all by yourself?
Clap your hands, all ye children
There’s a clamor in your whispering
Clap your hands tonight
Hear what the silence screams
Clap your hands
Clap your hands now, all ye children
Clap your hands, all ye children
There’s a clamor in your whispering tonight
Clap your hands
Clap your hands now, all ye children
Clap your hands
There’s a clamor in your whispering tonight
It’s not the lies that you sing,
But what the silence will scream.
It’s not the lies that you sing,
But what the silence will scream.
It’s not the lies that you sing,
But what the silence will scream.
Clap your hands, all ye children
There’s a clamor in your whispering
Clap your hands tonight
Hear what the silence will scream
Clap your hands
Clap your hands now, all ye children
Clap your hands, all ye children
There’s a clamor in your whispering tonight
