Fault Lines from Afterglow by New Monarchs

Low hum of the fields,
a windmill turns in sleep,
no one waves anymore.

You said we’d build the world again,
with maps drawn by our hands,
but every border grew its name,
and no one understands.
The wires hum beneath the ground,
we trade our trust for noise,
and call the silence progress,
like frightened girls and boys.

There are fault lines running through us,
in the soil, beneath our feet.
We were neighbors once, believers once,
now we measure who should bleed.
There are fault lines, fault lines —
splitting love from what we need.

The morning paper’s soaked in rain,
the headlines come apart,
the truth’s a wind that shifts again,
and pulls the roofs from hearts.
You plant your claim, I guard my pain,
we sign the same old lies,
the council votes for silence,
and hope just vaporizes.

There are fault lines running through us,
where the water used to flow.
Every field we tried to own,
became the fence we know.
There are fault lines, fault lines —
and nowhere left to go.

There are fault lines, quiet fault lines,
under every word we said.
We keep talking to the future,
but it answers back in red.
There are fault lines, fault lines —
and the village shakes instead.

Low hum of the fields,
a windmill turns in sleep,
no one waves anymore.

• Alternative
• conceptual
• electronic music
• experimental
• indie
• Münster