Lyrics:

You Want To Talk About Things You Won't Understand Then Give Me Your Ears. Put Them In My Hands. Give Me Your Hands. Put Them Over My Ears So I Don't Have To Hear A Thing I Say
if It Makes Me Think.

i Can't Talk About Things I Don't Understand So I Leave It Here In Empty Hands And I Leave Off The Ink So I Don't Have To Think Or Sink That Low Ever Again.

because My Memory Of What's Good Is Leaving Me. I Knew It Would.

that Part Of Me Makes No Sense.
that Part Of Me Is My Conscience.