Songtexte Murmurs - Wars

I'm blown away in the breeze
Trying to lean like Whitman's leaves
But brittle, broken, wounds all open
My words still feel so unspoken

I dreamt I slept through my own death and
What will it take to save this mess now
Keep saying I have nothing left and
Can't hear these murmurs in my head now

I'm barely hearing this, our tiny lives seem meaningless
My lungs are gripped, breathing, clipped
How did I come to feel this
Help me be the more I was sold
Make me see there's something in our souls
Find the meaning, see your worth, know it's deserved
Fail and falter, we're murmurs in an outburst

I dreamt I slept through my own death and
What will it take to save this mess now
Keep saying I have nothing left and
Can't hear these murmurs in my head now
I dreamt I slept through my own death and
What will it take to save this mess now
Keep saying I have nothing left and
Can't hear these murmurs in my head now