Whispers through the static
It's faint but I can make out
Distress calls, code red call outs. Still here....
Whispers through the static
If only you could see this
Whats left of land and structures. Dust...
Keep trying...
Even though things look like they're over.
Don't give up on us...
They'll surely reach you yet
Then you'll be...
Whispers through the static
Time has frozen over
Loves lost in the landmines
Somewhere clocks are ticking
For us....
Heavy air fills our lungs
It's getting hard to breathe here
But we'll keep going until
We....
Keep trying...
Even though things look like they're over.
Don't give up on us...
They'll surely reach you yet
With whispers on the tounges of many, Crop circles in our city streets
What will become of this big planet? Will everything simply turn red?
With whispers on the tounges of nomads, Crop circles in our city streets
What will become of this red planet? Will everything simply go dark?
Keep trying...
Even though things look like they're over.
Don't give up on us...
They'll surely reach you yet
Whispers through the static
Whispers through the static
Whispers through the static
Dust. Dust.
credits
from Spinning,
released April 28, 2012
Don Barry ~ Bass
Patrick Barry ~ Drums, Percussion & Backing Vocals
Rachel Drucker ~ Vocals & Percussion
Pete Kontos ~ Guitar
Brent Martino ~ Guitar
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