Paroles de la chanson Tiny Voices par Bad Religion
Compositeurs: Greg Graffin
Editeurs: Warner Chappell Music France,Polypterus Music
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Paroles de la chanson Tiny Voices par Bad Religion
The brown and orange sky holds its breath as the sun retreats
To the distant horizon
And our hearts palpitate anxiously, as we soon will lay supine
And wait for sleep to overcome us
And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds, when we're asleep
Comes a haunting, swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and their cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for recognition and recompense
To the distant horizon
And our hearts palpitate anxiously, as we soon will lay supine
And wait for sleep to overcome us
And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds, when we're asleep
Comes a haunting, swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and their cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for recognition and recompense
Tiny voices
Echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny they have somethin' to say
And if you don't confront 'em, they will never go away
The billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning sky filled with poignant morose wonder
Waking, we bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil
That we carry deep inside
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny they have somethin' to say
And if you don't confront 'em, they will never go away
The billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning sky filled with poignant morose wonder
Waking, we bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil
That we carry deep inside
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds, when we're asleep
Comes a haunting, swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and their cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for recognition and recompense
Tiny voices
Echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny that they have somethin' to say
And if you don't confront 'em, they will never go away
(Ay, ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay-ay)
Comes a haunting, swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and their cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for recognition and recompense
Tiny voices
Echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny that they have somethin' to say
And if you don't confront 'em, they will never go away
(Ay, ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay-ay)
Go away (Ay, ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay)
Go away
Go away
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