We’re Here To Listen Songtext
von the Microphones

We′d been talking all day and we bathed and ate supper
And now we pause for breath, and we acknowledged certain death
And the size and the possibility, of living lustily
I am standing with my microphone before you all
You're looking right at me
You can scoot yourself closer
And why, why, why did we come here?
Someone made posters, we called for directions,
So we relax our muscles and I sing the same air as you
These words are the air you breathe
You are looking right at me and our bodies sit firmly


On a ground that′s still churning
And there's a rumble so deafening,
And there's a roar from above,
The squealing of love
And there′s a crashing in the branches,
And there′s bass drums at dances,
And there's a hissing on the freeway,
And a whistling crevice
The quiet hum of the moon,
We all hum like that soon
We′re here to listen