Lyrics

It came as a storm on the edge of something A plow through the field, and the farmhands' gone running The ceders are a-shaking like men at their judgement Bowing to the howl as the dust churns about them But where is your sound, sound, sound? Ruthless, and cackling, and swept across the grassland The fire comes burning and screaming like a madman And the grounds are trembling and split apart at the seams Carving a chasm and groaning in the shudder But where is our sound, sound, sound? Where is your sound, sound, sound? Restless, my face is wrapped up like a widow Gazing from the mouth of the cave, open window And quiet as the land relenting its fury Your song is as silent as the heart it is stirring And there is your sound, sound, sound There is your sound, sound, sound There is your sound, sound, sound There is your sound, sound, sound Yaahhh-aahh-yahhhh Yaahhh-aahh-yahhhh Yaahhh-aahh-yahhhh Yaahhh-aahh-yahhhh