Quiet Americans - Shearwater

I can’t help it, if all the world is ending

All the life is gone while you’re calling up this name

Where are the Americans?

Your dim cultures, your hands and eyes that wander

Stumbling down the road

Or collapsing on parade

We’re lying alone in the Eastern land

Slipping in the morning hours, the only sound

From the lantern covered hills, the only light

From the day yet to begin, the only sign

Of the guns and silhouettes

The only sound, the only light

Only, only!

Done with silence, we’re disconnecting lives

Pull out the lightning dust

At the mention of his name

Wither the Americans!

Take the memories out, hide the evidence under

Piss on the world below

Like a dog, that knows its name

Where are the Americans?

I’m calling on the run tonight

Feeling the remaining hours, the only sound

Are the bells upon the hill, the only light

Are the lanterns in the wind, the only sight

Screams the rust off the rails

The only sound, the only light

Only, only!

The only light is the day yet to begin

The only sight are the lives in silhouette

The only sound is the rushing of the wind

The only light is not the only life

Only, only!