No More Quiet

I have been around this corner
I have seen this road before
It keeps rolling along, rolling me over

I have lived within these borders
I was not bad for a girl
It keeps knocking me down, knocking me over

I have heard the conversation
I have seen the whistle blow
We keep rolling along, rolling me over

I built this bridge with my own ribs
And it will not burn no more
It keeps knocking me down, knocking me over

If no more quiet then no more sound
If no more quiet then no more sound
If no more quiet then no more sound
If no more quiet then no more sound

And as you stand composed now don't suppose
The river has changed its direction
I've had to move my own inflection
I've had to move my own inflection

And as a twist of fate to radiate
Another set of dangerous directors
I've got the light for the reflectors
I've got the light for the reflectors

If no more quiet then no more sound
If no more quiet then no more sound
If no more quiet then no more sound
If no more quiet then no more sound