Stone underfoot, breath held back. Names go quiet; the dark talks in cracks. A boy on the concrete, a city that looked away. Now we're building a shelter from the stones of yesterday. Not safe, not seen — but still in our name. They say "stay inside" — we say "come inside." They say "lay down" — we say "we won't hide." This is a hush harbor — hear how the silence sings! We built it from the void, we built it from the rain! They'll tear it down, they'll try to burn it all — but we'll be standing when the last brick falls! A new mayor with a clean suit and a dirty plan. He's got the police in his pocket, the press in his hand. Tin cup on the table, boot steps far off, then gone. We keep the hush — we keep the night — we keep holding on. They say "stay inside" — we say "come inside." They say "lay down" — we say "we won't hide." This is a hush harbor — hear how the silence sings! We built it from the void, we built it from the rain! They'll tear it down, they'll try to burn it all — but we'll be standing when the last brick falls! "We came from the fields. We came from the chains." "They never gave us anything but pain." "Now we take what we need — we give it back." "Hush harbor is open — and we're under attack." "Hold fast. Stand soft. Make room for the ones still hunted by sound." This is a hush harbor — hear how the silence sings! We built it from the void, we built it from the rain! We keep the hush, we keep the night — and we'll be standing when the last brick falls! Hush harbor… still here.
