The Tragically Hip - Hot Mic lyrics

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
I'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
Hit notes so lonely it's
One whisper from your lips
And I fall to my knees

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
And though I'm not yet earnest enough
Not unblinkingly sincere i'm over here

Oh, I overhear you and I always hear you
I overhear you