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