Noise کے بول

I'm sick from all the noise Convinced I've fallen out Have I lost my voice? Nothing to sing about I've been at my house All alone with my doubt I'm jealous if I'm here But I'll blank if I'm out And if I get sad enough, manifest Will God reach down and put hands on this? Tell me: It's only just begun So keep on singing, Son Dear God Sorry for the things I've done Give me strength to carry You've been at my house Next to me on the couch You've loved me when I'm here You've loved me when I'm not And if I have faith in this, manifest I'm making noise with my voice again Yelling: It's only just begun So keep on singing on