"Choir In The Wires" lyrics
"Choir In The Wires"
Every single word
Big, small or absurd
Gentle quiet answers
Words that are a-crashing
Tangled in the trees
In everybody's streets
Thousand conversations hanging in the air
And somehow I can still hear you there
You look up at the wires
And you can hear a choir
They kinda look so tired
From carrying all our lives
Every little story
Sorrow and good morning
Every single laugh
And every single "I'm sorry"
I'll tell you about it tomorrow
Someone's fighting
Someone's flashing
Crying while they're laughing
That awkward silence seems a little violent
Mom just got off the phone
Her son's not coming home
It's a beautiful disaster
Screaming like it's dreaming
And I still hear you there
Thousand conversations
Carrying in the wires
Hanging in the trees
On everybody's street
(Perdido entre cables)
But inside of all this chaos
From drama to the crisis
To the nothing of importance
(En el caos del cielo)
(Entre las voces)
I can still hear you there
(Perdido en caricias)
Writer(s): Patrick Watson, Mikhail Stein, Olivier Fairfield, Maya Burns, Jazmin Zepeda De La Vega
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