歌詞

Brushed toms in the hall

Radio hiss on the wall

I keep my face still

While it sparks underneath

Hands folded, jaw set

Counting each small breath

You can call it calm

I call it holding the seam

Something keeps knocking

Behind my ribs

I let it tap out

I let it live

I stay composed

I stay composed

While the wire in me

Keeps catching fire

I stay composed

I stay composed

(Keep it low)

And the crackle stays quiet

Cup on the table

Barely touching the wood

I watch the room move

Like it thinks I’m gone

One word can bend me

But I don’t let it show

I wear the silence

Like a coat gone thin

Something keeps knocking

Behind my ribs

I let it tap out

I let it live

I stay composed

I stay composed

While the wire in me

Keeps catching fire

I stay composed

I stay composed

(Keep it low)

And the crackle stays quiet

Under the skin

It keeps talking back

Soft little alarms

In a darkened stack

I don’t break open

I don’t make a scene

I just hold the line

Till the noise backs off

I stay composed

I stay composed

While the wire in me

Keeps catching fire

I stay composed

I stay composed

(Keep it low)

And the crackle stays quiet