This is where noises & sounds are.You can listen what we're up to!
And so the outside, it bashes us inBashes us about a bit
When I'm out walking, I strut my stuffYeah, and I'm so strun
Music is the drugMusic is the drugMusic is the drugM
Stuck in the shade where there’s no sunshineI don’t wanna pl
Father, I'm better than butterflyYou can have soulWhat y
My face is finished, my body's goneAnd I can't help but thin
So we meet again, my heartache So we meet again, my fri
When the day is goneNot a tear to spareLet the darkness
Music is a way to express myself when words fall apart. It is a white noise, a ferocious river I am pulled by but also one I share and listen.