Anberlin - A whisper & a clamor

Growing tired of bedside resolve (Politics lay out the pressure) Something's got to give now Something's going to break down I grow tired of writing songs While people listen but never hear what's really going on now Tell me what's so wrong now Clap your hands all ye children There's a clamor in your whispering Clap your hands tonight Hear what the silence screams Clap your hands Clap your hands now all ye children Clap your hands all ye children There's a clamor in your whispering tonight For most of men believe hell is never knowing who they are now (Tell me who you are now) Finally saved from the outside trapped in what you know Are you safe from yourself? Can you escape all by yourself? Clap your hands all ye children There's a clamor in your whispering Clam your hands tonight Hear what the silence screams Clap your hands Clap your hands now all ye children Clap your hands all ye children There's a clamor in your whispering tonight Clap your hands Clap your hands now all ye children Clap your hands There's a clamor in your whispering tonight It's not the lives that you save But what the silence will scream It's not the lives that you save But what the silence will scream It's not the lives that you save But what the silence will scream Clap your hands all ye children There's a clamor in your whispering Clap your hands tonight Hear what the silence screams Clap your hands Clap your hands now all ye children Clap your hands all ye children There's a clamor in your whispering tonight