Maybe I become this silence
Not the other way around
Maybe you can hear the songs of sirens
If you keep your ear to the ground

It’s a landmark occasion
But it’s listing all the same
Maybe you can solve your own equation
If you keep your head in the game

Still I don’t know how to use the minor key

But sing loud and sing proud
I don’t guess they’re coming ‘round
To the stories they’ve been told
Swing away and swing low
I already know how this goes

While it’s strange, inert, and restless
It’s a thing to call my own
A dream of taking care of business
While I work my hands to the bone

I would sign your petition
If you’d promise not to play
Giving in to some old superstition
Got its hooks in back in the day

Still I don’t know how to use the minor key

But sing loud and sing proud
I don’t guess they’re coming ‘round
To the stories they’ve been told
Swing away and swing low
I already know how this goes

Still you asked,
“How’s it going?
“How’s that thing you do?”
And still you asked,
“How’s that thing you spent every ounce of your lifeforce
“Sweating through blood-soaked screams to birth upon the scene?”

Sing loud
And sing proud
But I don’t guess they’re coming ‘round
To the stories they’ve been told
So swing away
And swing low
But I already know how this goes