Silent Alarm Songtext
von Boxes

Bite my tongue, it′s gone for everyone
There's no escaping what you′ve done
A silent alarm, a punch in the chest
A shot in the arm, a bulletproof vest
A thorn in my back, your head on my face
Salt in my mouth

We could be birds in flight
We could be dynamite
We have been chasing after something we can't find
We could be aeroplanes taking us far away
We should be chasing after something we can't mind


To cut my hands using the nicest of words
No radar to warn a massive fail
A silent alarm, a punch in the chest
Salt in my mouth

We could be birds in flight
We could be dynamite
We have been chasing after something we can′t find
We could be aeroplanes taking us far away
We should be chasing after something we can′t mind

It's that voice you can′t keep quiet
It's that flare across your face
You′re the bones that keep me standing
Pretending

We could be birds in flight
We could be dynamite
We have been chasing after something we can't find
We could be aeroplanes taking us far away
We should be chasing after something we can′t mind