I Know You Can Hear It

Emblazened with gold
A statue of old
Punctures the soil
A head on a pole
Everyone look, watch, and record
Dance to the drums, to the beat of my heart
Dance to the drums, to the beat of my heart
I know you can hear it
The beat of my heart
Know you can hear it
A cry on the air
A cry on the air
Listen to him
The ring of despair
A martyr my dear, a martyr my dear
Come lend an ear to the whistle
The keening sound
Come lend an ear to the whistle
The keening sound
I know you can hear it
The keening sound
Know you can hear it
Why are you crying?
We’re all busy dying
It is for the best
She’ll find her place
With the rest of the saints
In the sky
Nothing is missing
The music we’re playing
Is full of rays
Take a long, deep breath
And gather yourself for the climb
Long live the King
Love live his bride
Farewell the prophet
The thorn in our side
Put all your finery, prepare the feast
Dance to the drums
To the silence between every beat
Dance to the drums
To the silence between every beat