Текст песни «Hands Like Houses - I Am»

The disconnect
Is welling up,
And good intentions are not enough.
Your words are weary,
Their hearts are strained,
And idle vows find the deepest pains.

Im sick, Im tired
Of hollow hope,
Of promises, empty,
Your way with words,
Theyre feeding back inside my head,
Oh, the things I could say that wont change a thing.

I am not the same,
I wont feed on fame.

Youre one of a thousand voices,
In my head that all just sound the same.
If mine never made a difference,
It wont make the meaning change.
Youre one of a thousand voices,
In my head that all just sound the same.
If I will make a change,
Its by my words and not my name.

Im tired, Im sick
Of misfit beggars
With 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 wont feed on fame.

Youre one of a thousand voices,
In my head that all just sound the same.
If mine never made a difference,
It wont make the meaning change.
Youre one of a thousand voices,
In my head that all just sound the same.
If I will make a change,
Its by my words and not my name.

I wont sink into the sea of grey,
(A violence of colour.)
I wont melt into the choir of angels,
Ill step up and scream it -
I am dissonant.

(A violence of colour.)

Youre one of a thousand voices,
In my head that all just sound the same.
If mine never made a difference,
It wont make the meaning change.
Youre one of a thousand voices,
In my head that all just sound the same.
If I will make a change,
Its by my words and not my name.