Текст песни Born to Hum - Erin McKeown

Once in the spring of my twenty-fourth year
I had nothing to say
With a dangling promise, a terrible past
I threw all the words away
We were born to hum

You were the last in my twenty-fourth year
To make a demand of my voice
I tickled your ear and I laughed in your face
I gave you my choice
We were born to hum
We were born to hum

Hum
Hum

So as a gradual running, a kind of relief
Settles on my face
Once in a while I complain to myself
Nothing gets done
Nothing's in place

I, I would rather hum
I, I would rather hum

Hum
Hum
Hum