No Time - Whispering Sons

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