A Whisper and a Clamor

Growing tired of bedside resolve
(Politics lay out the pressure)
Something's got to give now
Something's going to break down

I grow tired of writing songs
While people listen, but
Never hear what's really goin' on now
Tell me what's so wrong now

(Clap your hands all ye children...)
There's a clamor in your whispering
(Clap your hands...tonight...)
Hear what the silence screams

(Clap...your...hands...)
Clap your hands now all ye children
(Clap your hands all ye children...)
There's a clamor in your whispering tonight

For most of men that believe
Hell is never
Knowing who they are now
(Tell me who you are now)

Finally saved from the outside
Trapped in what you know
Are you safe from yourself?
Can you escape all by yourself?

(Clap your hands all ye children...)
There's a clamor in your whispering
(Clap your hands...tonight...)
Hear what the silence screams

(Clap...your...hands...)
Clap your hands now all ye children
(Clap your hands all ye children...)
There's a clamor in your whispering tonight

(Clap...your...hands...)
Clap your hands now all ye children
(Clap...your...hands...)
There's a clamor in your whispering tonight

It's not the lives that you save
But what the silence will scream...

It's not the lives that you save...
But what the silence will scream...
It's not the lives that you save...
But what the silence will scream...

(Clap your hands all ye children...)
There's a clamor in your whispering
(Clap your hands...tonight...)
Hear what the silence screams

(Clap...your...hands)
Clap your hands now all ye children
(Clap your hands all ye children...)
There's a clamor in your whispering tonight