WHY? - Speech Bubbles Lyrics






Rain is millions of tiny speech bubbles unused
The collected breaths of mutes
And all our silent exhalations
Where we should've put words
Or words we had no one to tell
Emptied from clouds like clearing horns spit valves
Coming back to us now
To remind us what we meant to say
Or that we meant to say something

Coming down and dying
In one giant quiet
On the streets and cars
Nuzzled like jewels in girls' hair
On the fake wool collar of my bomber jacket
And on my glasses and feet

Cut 'em deep and weep out loud
Just dust and just a hair in your mouth
You drink and think you're tonguin' something to shout
But it's just dust and just a hair in your mouth

And now these empty breaths reflect
The feedback of headlights
Push leaves and coffee cups
To lower altitudes and gutters
Rain is confession weather
And we become booths of prayer if we let us

And now these empty breaths reflect
The feedback of headlights
Push leaves and coffee cups
To lower altitudes and gutters
Rain is confession weather
And we become booths of prayer if we let us





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  1. G.... R....

    Rain is millions of tiny speech bubbles unused
    The collected breaths of mutes
    And all our silent exhalations
    Where we should've put words
    Or words we had no one to tell
    Emptied from clouds like clearing horns spit valves
    Coming back to us now
    To remind us what we meant to say
    Or that we meant to say something

    Coming down and dying
    In one giant quiet
    On the streets and cars
    Nuzzled like jewels in girls' hair
    On the fake wool collar of my bomber jacket
    And on my glasses and feet

    Cut 'em deep and weap out loud
    Just dust and just a hair in your mouth
    You drink and think you're tonguin' something to shout
    But it's just dust and just a hair in your mouth

    And now these empty breaths reflect
    The feedback of headlights
    Push leaves and coffee cups
    To lower altitudes and gutters
    Rain is confession weather
    And we become booths of prayer if we let us

  2. T.... L....

    I like when he starts yelling, or talking louder whatever. He should make an entire song in that pitch/voice. Beautifool.

    T.... L....

    or i should say make more like that. "Whispers into the other" is pretty much what i said above. And i love that song.

    T.... L....

    Another true fan <3

  3. S.... ....

    rain is millions of tiny speech bubbles unused, the collective breaths of mutes and all our silent exhalations where we should have put words or words we had no one to tell, emptied from clouds like clearing horn spit valves. GENIUS