Some Loud Thunder - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

All this talking, you’d think I’d have something to say

But I’m just talking like a sirens getting louder and farther away

From the energetic kids in the park

Yes, that was me breaking glass and pretending to start

Something big, some new taste

Did you wonder, as my voice went from station to station to state?

Some loud thunder, sometimes there’s no telling if we’re ok

There are buildings up for sale

On the other side of town which are falling down for people

To stand in their place, try to make something great

That’s just a part of the story

And it could be maybe something complete someday

At the end of the quarry

Yes that was me digging holes for the world to see

And a cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on

the teeth

But there’s always more unless I’m mistaken

Tell me when do mouths close and people just gracefully retreat

New York calling at the bottom of the ocean city gritting it’s teeth

But there’s no telling from the telepathic Mrs. crying on live TV

Whoa the misanthropic topical arrangement

That is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient

That’s me, am I late?

That’s the start of my story

And it may be one day something complete

At the end of the quarry

Oh I have dug a hole for all the world to see

And a cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on

the feet

But there’s always more unless I’m mistaken

Tell me when do mouths close and people gracefully retreat?

When they gracefully retreat