We were speaking softly behaving badly
Our painted bodies in the secret morning
You are not quiet across the wooden floor
And the kitchen is flood by the bathroom lights
And i can't hear a thing underneath the door
All the boys with directionless hair are rough
? girls in undertaker make up
We the vehicles on our collision course
Screaming like we've been blessed by a higher force
And i can't hear a thing underneath the door
No i can't hear anything
Because everybody hear will always disappear
And we are helpless on our hands and buckled knees
We the vehicles please
And i can't hear a thing
Because everybody here will always disappear
This is no escape art
Yeah everybody here will always disappear
And we are helpless on our hands and buckled knees
