one more dead in the arms of a superpower gold to be made no the world ain t gonna hear about it trust is bought by a smile on a pretty face nothin for a name dead pride and shame to waste let the western waters guide me blind give me something real something to make right crippling the minds they hide behind the millions of us drunken on the steps are high this fall their bones will open oh oh oh oh we are the sound and silence grind the tale into the echo of a modern eye smoke from the sides come runnin from the wild fire so let the western waters guide me blind and if there s something real it s calling ohh oh oh oh oh we are the sound and silence oh oh oh oh we are the sound and silence oh oh oh oh we are the sound and silence
['boston indie', 'modern alternative rock', 'modern rock', 'rock']