Choir in the Wires Songtext
von Patrick Watson

Every single word, big, small or absurd
Gentle quiet answers, words that are a-crashing
Tangled in the trees in everybody′s streets

Thousand conversations hanging in the air
And somehow I can still hear you there

You look up at the wires and you can hear a choir
They kinda look so tired from carrying all our lives

Every little story, sorrow and good morning
Every single laugh and every single I'm sorry
I′ll tell you about it tomorrow


Someone's fighting, someone's flashing
Crying while they′re laughing
That awkward silence seems a little violent
Mom just got off the phone, her son′s not coming home

It's a beautiful disaster
Screaming like its dreaming
And I still hear you there

Thousand conversations carrying in the wires
Hanging in the trees on everybody′s street (perdido entre cables)

But inside of all this chaos, from drama to the crisis
To the nothing of importance (en el caos del cielo)
(Entre las voces)

I can still hear you there (perdido en caricias)