Clap your hands
Clap your hands, all ye children
Hear what the silence screams
Something's going to break down
It's not the lives that you save
Clap your hands
Clap your hands tonight
Clap your hands, all ye children
Clap your hands tonight
Clap your hands now, all ye children
I grow tired of writing songs
Clap your hands
Publishers: THE NOISE IN NATIONAL, THIRSTY MOON RIVER PUBLISHING
Clap your hands now, all ye children
While people listen but never hear
Songwriters: Stephen Arnold, Joseph Milligan, Deon Rexroat, Nathan Young
Are you safe from yourself?
There's a clamor in your whispering tonight
There's a clamor in your whispering
There's a clamor in your whispering
There's a clamor in your whispering tonight
There's a clamor in your whispering tonight
What's really going on now
Can you escape all by yourself?
Clap your hands now, all ye children
Clap your hands, all ye children
Growing tired of bedside resolve
Hear what the silence screams
Clap your hands now, all ye children
Clap your hands tonight
Clap your hands, all ye children
But what the silence will scream
There's a clamor in your whispering tonight
Trapped in what you know
Clap your hands, all ye children
Tell me who you are now
There's a clamor in your whispering
Hear what the silence screams
Tell me, what's so wrong now?
Clap your hands, all ye children
Clap your hands
Finally saved from the outside
Something's got to give now
Clap your hands
It's not the lives that you save
It's not the lives that you save
Politics, lay out the pressure
But what the silence will scream
Hell is never knowing who they are now
For most of men that believe
But what the silence will scream