Quiver

we get closer when the sun goes down so many people came to gather around you say you're tired of familiar sounds well have you heard what we've been putting out we think in beat and we move as one speakers blown like a loaded gun what does it matter

I don't want to be beautiful No one ever hears her speak I don't want to be a diplomat With a heart attack for peace All that I need is a fire escape All that I need is a stone Everything that starts out burning Ends up overgrown I don't want to be a