Call and Answer - Jordan Klassen

It came as a storm on the edge of something

A plow through the field, and the farmhands' gone running

The ceders are a-shaking like men at their judgement

Bowing to the howl as the dust churns about them

But where is your sound, sound, sound?

Ruthless, and cackling, and swept across the grassland

The fire comes burning and screaming like a madman

And the grounds are trembling and split apart at the seams

Carving a chasm and groaning in the shudder

But where is our sound, sound, sound?

Where is your sound, sound, sound?

Restless, my face is wrapped up like a widow

Gazing from the mouth of the cave, open window

And quiet as the land relenting its fury

Your song is as silent as the heart it is stirring

And there is your sound, sound, sound

There is your sound, sound, sound

There is your sound, sound, sound

There is your sound, sound, sound

Yaahhh-aahh-yahhhh

Yaahhh-aahh-yahhhh

Yaahhh-aahh-yahhhh

Yaahhh-aahh-yahhhh