I wish that I could freeze time, go to the wild Soak up the quiet till I'm dripping wet with it Then I would drive home, go to my room Wring myself out, that would be the end of it
Instead it's white noise, sufferingly loud It's wearing me down, I'm up to my ears in it It's like a wave break into my head Again and again, how are you not hearing it?
The sound, the sound, the sound, the sound The sound, the sound, the sound, the sound I'd burn the city to the ground to turn it down
Silence is golden, is golden, it's golden Silencе is golden, is golden, it's golden
Likе a flock of birds flung out of the trees into the sky Any sound will set me off I'm gonna hurl now, strapped to my seat and into the ride Somebody please let me off
Maybe I'll break, just shatter, disperse Like cracks in a glass and never hold a drink again Hey there's a feedback making it worse A million hertz, I can hear the ring again
The sound, the sound, the sound, the sound The sound, the sound, the sound, the sound I'd burn the city to the ground to turn it down
Silence is golden, is golden, it's golden Silence is golden, is golden, it's golden Silence is golden, is golden, it's golden Silence is golden, is golden, it's golden
It's building to a siren screaming It's building to a jet plane engine Building to 6: 00 am construction It's building and building And building until I can't function at all
Silence is golden, is golden, it's golden Silence is golden, is golden, it's golden
Compositores: Jonathan William Pearce (Jonathan Pearce), Benjamin David Sinclair (Benjamin Sinclair), Elizabeth Barbara Stokes (Elizabeth Stokes), Tristan Jeremy Deck ECAD: Obra #37203192