This is the sound of my breaking
This is the sound of the absence of my voice
Let my body speak with silence
I'm out of sentiments and useless noise
This is the sound of disorientation
When you find yourself just feeling lost
We all crave reconciliation
But it is sometimes what we fear the most
Yeah yeah yeah
This is the sound of surrender
Like trumpets after a final battle call
Wait for the fog to clear before you stumble
Over your own corpse and lose it all
Yeah yeah yeah
This is the sound of new beginnings
Coming on the heels of death
But sometimes it's hard to believe in spring
When there are no leaves left
This is the sound of my clock ticking
Of minutes turning into years
And context will soften the illusions
And grace will wipe away the tears
This is the sound
This is the sound