"Squier Talk" lyrics
How can I be so sure
If there's a story to be told
If there's no hint of a morale
No thread, no ending to the plot
But I can hear the call to action
Obscured by winds from all directions
Even if it's whispering, so quietly
Yeah it's the quietness that made it so distinct
Cutting through the wind
Standing out from all the buzzing noise around
The calm in the eye of the storm
Converging all at once
Don't get carried, don't get carried
Don't get carried away
In these moments of total entropy
When it's impossible to move beneath
The weight of the world we conjured upon ourselves
We lay here so still
That we can hear the silence
Caught in the eye of the storm
Yeah I got the feeling I'm next up
Call me a jester
Keep gunning my back
I'm running to fast you can't catch up
Keep tracking my tracks yuh
If I did it I'd tag ya
Drafted by selectors
Lil' bitch get your steps up
Caught in the eye of the storm
Since the day I was born
I'm the storms first born son
Haven't heard the crowd cheer for you in a while
Caught up by the winds of time
It's quietness that made it so distinct
Cutting through the hymns
Standing out from all the buzzing noise around
It's such a relief, such a relief
When you can hear the silence
Caught in the eye of the storm
Converging all at once
Don't get carried
Don't get carried away
Don't get carried
Don't get carried away
So why is everybody yapping without answering the question
What the fuck the god damn fuzz is about?
No there's no hint of a moral
No thread no ending to the plot
It's just so hard to
Not get carried
Not get carried away
When you can hear the silence
Caught in the eye of the storm
Converging all at once
Don't get carried
Don't get carried away
Caught in the eye of the storm
Thinking that my time would come
Colour me blind
Wasted years waiting for rise of dawn
I got the feeling I'm next up
If I did I'd tag ya
Drafted by selectors
Lil bitch get your steps up
Caught in the eye of the storm
Since the day I was born
I'm the first born son
Screaming in a vacuum
If there's a story to be told
If there's no hint of a morale
No thread, no ending to the plot
But I can hear the call to action
Obscured by winds from all directions
Even if it's whispering, so quietly
Yeah it's the quietness that made it so distinct
Cutting through the wind
Standing out from all the buzzing noise around
The calm in the eye of the storm
Converging all at once
Don't get carried, don't get carried
Don't get carried away
In these moments of total entropy
When it's impossible to move beneath
The weight of the world we conjured upon ourselves
We lay here so still
That we can hear the silence
Caught in the eye of the storm
Yeah I got the feeling I'm next up
Call me a jester
Keep gunning my back
I'm running to fast you can't catch up
Keep tracking my tracks yuh
If I did it I'd tag ya
Drafted by selectors
Lil' bitch get your steps up
Caught in the eye of the storm
Since the day I was born
I'm the storms first born son
Haven't heard the crowd cheer for you in a while
Caught up by the winds of time
It's quietness that made it so distinct
Cutting through the hymns
Standing out from all the buzzing noise around
It's such a relief, such a relief
When you can hear the silence
Caught in the eye of the storm
Converging all at once
Don't get carried
Don't get carried away
Don't get carried
Don't get carried away
So why is everybody yapping without answering the question
What the fuck the god damn fuzz is about?
No there's no hint of a moral
No thread no ending to the plot
It's just so hard to
Not get carried
Not get carried away
When you can hear the silence
Caught in the eye of the storm
Converging all at once
Don't get carried
Don't get carried away
Caught in the eye of the storm
Thinking that my time would come
Colour me blind
Wasted years waiting for rise of dawn
I got the feeling I'm next up
If I did I'd tag ya
Drafted by selectors
Lil bitch get your steps up
Caught in the eye of the storm
Since the day I was born
I'm the first born son
Screaming in a vacuum
