The Radios stopped tuning.
The static is forbidden.
The chords quit [bad word] ..
But we found our new home.

It will rain (falls so slow)
It will rain down here.

The [bad word] quit thumping.
These tones are forbidden.
The throat can't stop singing...
The scarecrow is watching.
It will rain (falls so slow)
It will rain down here.

Here, we're awake in the desert of song.
The silence is broken.
Here, we're awake and the silence is broken.
Silence is broken.
Silence is broken.
Here...we...sing...
Sing with the fear.

Fear: the control tower,
The new [bad word] by the hour.
Ghosts slowly disappear in the fog...
Silence: the suffering.
We've built back the age-old sound of song.
Here...we...sing...
Sing with the fear.

Here, we're awake in the desert of song.
The silence is broken.
Here, we're awake and the silence is broken.
Silence is broken.
Silence is broken.
Here...we...sing...
Sing with the fear.