Future Home of Open Arms Church
The sign was old, near a stand of spruce and birch
We used it for a roof, the paint peeled in the rain
The evangelicals won't be needing it again
The plastic Japanese alarm clock's hands still glow
We'll know what time it is until the batteries finally go
A year ago I rolled my eyes when you would say
We should really try to stockpile double-As
We're losing language to describe these things somehow
(Slurring words, pronouncing things wrong
Dropping vowels, stumbling over diphthongs)
We're acquiring an apocalisp now
(Who needs words to describe a future of)
Ceaseless speechlessness
You fold your fingers in the shape of a bird
I kill a chicken for you cause that's what I thought I heard
You laugh and take its wings and mime them as you say
What I meant was that I'd like to fly away
Life's a beach now, and that's no longer an expression
The air above us is filled with wings in every direction
The years go by we watch them emigrate and return
To everything there is a seabird, tern tern tern
We're losing language to describe these things somehow
(Slurring words, pronouncing things wrong
Dropping vowels, stumbling over diphthongs)
We're acquiring an apocalisp now
(Who needs words to describe a future of)
Ceaseless speechlessness
We're losing language to describe these things somehow
(Slurring words, pronouncing things wrong
Dropping vowels, stumbling over diphthongs)
We're acquiring an apocalisp now
(Who needs words to describe a future of)
Ceaseless speechlessness
The Burning Hell - Speechlessness Lyrics
The Burning Hell - Speechlessness Lyrics
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Future Home of Open Arms Church
The sign was old, near a stand of spruce and birch
We used it for a roof, the paint peeled in the rain
The evangelicals won't be needing it again
The plastic Japanese alarm clock's hands still glow
We'll know what time it is until the batteries finally go
A year ago I rolled my eyes when you would say
We should really try to stockpile double-As
We're losing language to describe these things somehow
(Slurring words, pronouncing things wrong
Dropping vowels, stumbling over diphthongs)
We're acquiring an apocalisp now
(Who needs words to describe a future of)
Ceaseless speechlessness
You fold your fingers in the shape of a bird
I kill a chicken for you cause that's what I thought I heard
You laugh and take its wings and mime them as you say
What I meant was that I'd like to fly away
Life's a beach now, and that's no longer an expression
The air above us is filled with wings in every direction
The years go by we watch them emigrate and return
To everything there is a seabird, tern tern tern
We're losing language to describe these things somehow
(Slurring words, pronouncing things wrong
Dropping vowels, stumbling over diphthongs)
We're acquiring an apocalisp now
(Who needs words to describe a future of)
Ceaseless speechlessness
We're losing language to describe these things somehow
(Slurring words, pronouncing things wrong
Dropping vowels, stumbling over diphthongs)
We're acquiring an apocalisp now
(Who needs words to describe a future of)
Ceaseless speechlessness
The sign was old, near a stand of spruce and birch
We used it for a roof, the paint peeled in the rain
The evangelicals won't be needing it again
The plastic Japanese alarm clock's hands still glow
We'll know what time it is until the batteries finally go
A year ago I rolled my eyes when you would say
We should really try to stockpile double-As
We're losing language to describe these things somehow
(Slurring words, pronouncing things wrong
Dropping vowels, stumbling over diphthongs)
We're acquiring an apocalisp now
(Who needs words to describe a future of)
Ceaseless speechlessness
You fold your fingers in the shape of a bird
I kill a chicken for you cause that's what I thought I heard
You laugh and take its wings and mime them as you say
What I meant was that I'd like to fly away
Life's a beach now, and that's no longer an expression
The air above us is filled with wings in every direction
The years go by we watch them emigrate and return
To everything there is a seabird, tern tern tern
We're losing language to describe these things somehow
(Slurring words, pronouncing things wrong
Dropping vowels, stumbling over diphthongs)
We're acquiring an apocalisp now
(Who needs words to describe a future of)
Ceaseless speechlessness
We're losing language to describe these things somehow
(Slurring words, pronouncing things wrong
Dropping vowels, stumbling over diphthongs)
We're acquiring an apocalisp now
(Who needs words to describe a future of)
Ceaseless speechlessness
Writer: Mathias Kom
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave