There’s a kind of noise
Hanging in the air
We can hear it
It’s always there
On the streets
Underground
On the rooftops
It’s a beautiful sound
We’re too busy
Running from here to eternity
Wound up like clockwork toys
So tight we miss the simple joys
Stop for a breath
Look up at the sky
The clouds are making movies
Leaves fall like the teardrops we cry
Slow slow slow
Drop your shoulders down
Can you hear a heartbeat
A beautiful sound
There’s a kind of noise
Hanging in the air
We can hear it
It’s always there
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