Where can you go to hide away from the noise of the world?
How can you try to slip away from the push and the pull?
Our phones will light our faces, but cyberspace cannot replace
The need for human contact-our longing for the face to face
The give and the take, it always crushes the plans that we make
The false and the fake, it strips us bare and reveals our mistakes
We tap likes for each other-but never truly know ourselves
Our deepest needs stay hidden-these dusty books on lonesome shelves
When you stop and you consider the time we spend on frivolous things
On Instagram and Twitter-
Places unreal and out of sync
Our solitude is-a spotlight.
In this modern age, communication's so distant and vague
We capture our lives, recording moments so they can be saved
But we'll forget emotions technology's made us ignore
Those precious chills and shivers which can never be restored
When our lives are through, the ticks have passed and our time's been consumed
Our funerals too-our mortal shells have been fully entombed
The headstones might be empty, for every epitaph's the same
"Lived a life devoid of contact-but on the cell phone every day."
When you stop and you consider the time we spend on frivolous things
On Instagram and Twitter-
Places unreal and out of sync
Our solitude is-a spotlight.
A numbness so familiar that it just feels like home
It feels like home
When you stop and you consider the time we spend on frivolous things
On Instagram and Twitter-
Places unreal and out of sync
Our solitude is-a spotlight
Fred Whitacre - Noise of the World (Verisimilitude) Lyrics
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Where can you go to hide away from the noise of the world?
How can you try to slip away from the push and the pull?
Our phones will light our faces, but cyberspace cannot replace
The need for human contact-our longing for the face to face
The give and the take, it always crushes the plans that we make
The false and the fake, it strips us bare and reveals our mistakes
We tap likes for each other-but never truly know ourselves
Our deepest needs stay hidden-these dusty books on lonesome shelves
When you stop and you consider the time we spend on frivolous things
On Instagram and Twitter-
Places unreal and out of sync
Our solitude is-a spotlight.
In this modern age, communication's so distant and vague
We capture our lives, recording moments so they can be saved
But we'll forget emotions technology's made us ignore
Those precious chills and shivers which can never be restored
When our lives are through, the ticks have passed and our time's been consumed
Our funerals too-our mortal shells have been fully entombed
The headstones might be empty, for every epitaph's the same
"Lived a life devoid of contact-but on the cell phone every day."
When you stop and you consider the time we spend on frivolous things
On Instagram and Twitter-
Places unreal and out of sync
Our solitude is-a spotlight.
A numbness so familiar that it just feels like home
It feels like home
When you stop and you consider the time we spend on frivolous things
On Instagram and Twitter-
Places unreal and out of sync
Our solitude is-a spotlight
How can you try to slip away from the push and the pull?
Our phones will light our faces, but cyberspace cannot replace
The need for human contact-our longing for the face to face
The give and the take, it always crushes the plans that we make
The false and the fake, it strips us bare and reveals our mistakes
We tap likes for each other-but never truly know ourselves
Our deepest needs stay hidden-these dusty books on lonesome shelves
When you stop and you consider the time we spend on frivolous things
On Instagram and Twitter-
Places unreal and out of sync
Our solitude is-a spotlight.
In this modern age, communication's so distant and vague
We capture our lives, recording moments so they can be saved
But we'll forget emotions technology's made us ignore
Those precious chills and shivers which can never be restored
When our lives are through, the ticks have passed and our time's been consumed
Our funerals too-our mortal shells have been fully entombed
The headstones might be empty, for every epitaph's the same
"Lived a life devoid of contact-but on the cell phone every day."
When you stop and you consider the time we spend on frivolous things
On Instagram and Twitter-
Places unreal and out of sync
Our solitude is-a spotlight.
A numbness so familiar that it just feels like home
It feels like home
When you stop and you consider the time we spend on frivolous things
On Instagram and Twitter-
Places unreal and out of sync
Our solitude is-a spotlight
Writer: Fred Whitacre, Jr.
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