Lyrics A Whisper & a Clamor - Anberlin

Growing tired of bedside resolve
Public display of depression
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 all ye children

For most who live and breathe
Hell is never knowing who they really are now
Tell me who you are now
Finally safe 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
Clap your hands tonight, hear what the silence screams
Clap your hands
Clap your hands all ye children

Clap your hands
Clap your hands all ye children

It's not the lies that you sing
But what the silence will scream
It's not the lies that you sing
But what the silence will scream
It's not the lies that you sing
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 all ye children