Hands Like Houses - I Am Lyrics
The disconnectIs welling up,And good intentions are not enough.Your words are weary,Their hearts are strained,And idle vows find the deepest pains.I’m sick, I’m tiredOf hollow hope,Of promises, empty,Your way with words,They’re feeding back inside my head,Oh, the things I could say that won’t change a thing.I am not the same,I won’t feed on fame.You’re one of a thousand voices,In my head that all just sound the same.If mine never made a difference,It won’t make the meaning change.You’re one of a thousand voices,In my head that all just sound the same.If I will make a change,It’s by my words and not my name.I’m tired, I’m sickOf misfit beggarsWith able tongues and easy outs.I hear you clearer than you hear yourself.Bite down on your blindness, and spit it out.I am not the same,I won’t feed on fame.You’re one of a thousand voices,In my head that all just sound the same.If mine never made a difference,It won’t make the meaning change.You’re one of a thousand voices,In my head that all just sound the same.If I will make a change,It’s by my words and not my name.I won’t sink into the sea of grey,(A violence of colour.)I won’t melt into the choir of angels,I’ll step up and scream it -I am dissonant.(A violence of colour.)You’re one of a thousand voices,In my head that all just sound the same.If mine never made a difference,It won’t make the meaning change.You’re one of a thousand voices,In my head that all just sound the same.If I will make a change,It’s by my words and not my name.
