Wednesday Song: “The Same Sound”

And here’s today’s song. This was inspired by one of today’s Humans of New York posts.


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A hundred billion stars in the galaxy
Each one burning and churning the light that I see
All that fire across the night sky to me
I don’t know, is this reality?
We’re burning up in our own damn ways
Calling stuck in our own delays

I know you, but maybe you don’t recall
I saw you from across and down the hall
You live there and I live here
And I guess that’s the root of what I fear
‘Cause if we burn away the sights and sounds
What is there that could be found?

The atoms that you are
Are spinning round and round
Everything makes the same sound

Call me anytime, well here’s my number
Be it sun or rain or snow or thunder
The noises on the street at nine o’clock
I hear them all the way from down the block
Can you hear them where you are?
On a distant burning star?

The atoms that you are
Are spinning round and round
Everything makes the same sound

Why do I even try
To talk to you through a string?
As we burn and we sing

The atoms that you are
Are spinning round and round
Everything makes the same sound
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