Hot Mic The Tragically Hip

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[Verse 1]
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'
[Chorus 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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!
[Chorus 1]
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
[Post-Chorus 1]
I'm not afraid of convincingness, I'm just uncertain for sure
I'm in awe of no one, I'm made for this, teach me what to want