Текст The Tragically Hip – Hot Mic

I am the hot mic, I pick up asides, of the modern tyrant
«…laws of the shadows, colours of justice»,
I don’t know what it meant
How patriotism is now enough and it’s powerful stuff

Can we get it quiet enough? In here,
I can hear god, the cat’s paws cross the keys,
Or the wish tomorrow is,
but a whisper from your lips and I fall to my knees

I am the hot mic, the war room is dead, janitors move in
Talking of their dark doors, their enchanted paths,
I don’t know what they meant
How with something to fall back on, yea, people usually do
Hit the lights! Kill the room!

Can we get it quiet enough? In here,
I can hear god, cat paws along the keys,
And the wish tomorrow is,
but a whisper from your lips and I fall to my knees.

I’m not afraid of convincingness,
m just uncertain for sure
I’m in awe of no one, I’m made for this,
teach me what to want.

I am the hot mic, I pick up asides of Dawn, The Tyrant
He’s coming from the shadows, feeling being seen,
I don’t know what he meant
I don’t guess, I listen. It’s more than enough.
It’s powerful stuff

Can we get it quiet enough in here?
So I can hear god — a cat walk cross the keys
And hit notes so lonely it’s one whisper from your lips and I fall to my knees

I’m not afraid of convincingness,