From the album Moth No Rust

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Lyrics

How can we hear the perilous silence?
How can we hear the indifferent wind?
And how can we hear the ill thoughts of strangers?
How can we hear the sun laughing?
o yet we can’t hear the crying of the times.
O but we can’t hear the crying of the times.


The crying of the times!
O the crying of the times!
How can we hear the stories of people
O but we can’t hear the crying of the times?
O but we can’t hear the crying of the times?


And how can we hear the tones of the lonely?
How can we hear ‘em through the neighbour’s walls?
And how can we hear the trust in a whisper?
How can we hear the wordless call?
Yet we can’t hear the crying of the times.
O but we can’t hear the crying of the times.


The crying of the times!
O the crying of the times!
How can we hear the stories of people
O but we can’t hear the crying of the times?
O but we can’t hear the crying of the times?


Hey! Hey! Ah! Um!


And how can we hear the age of this old house?
How can we hear the drip and the drain?
And how can we hear that longing within us?
How can we hear its grey complaint?
And yet we can’t hear the crying of the times.
O but we can’t hear the crying of the times.


The crying of the times!
O the crying of the times!
How can we hear the stories of people
O but we can’t hear the crying of the times?
O but we can’t hear the crying of the times?


Hey! Hey! Ah! Um!