Lyrics:

I Don't Mind The Sound
of A Voice
of Your Voice
when You Use It Like Your Gun
so Much Fun
fire Your Gun

casual As You Are, Gets Hard To Say
i Won't Say
'less You're Going Away

he's Stringing Himself On Up To Your Front Door
you've Been A Wall Of Ideas About The Rich And The Poor
with His Car Horn Talk, You Make Your Focus Break
when You're Left To Yourself You're Going Anyway

i Don't Differentiate
we From They
we From They
feel My Appetite
wild Light
sleepless Night
lean My Head Against An Angry Moon
always Room
angry Moon

in And Out Of A Metal Chair
in An Unloved Apartment Where
i Can Build Myself Up Before I Make The Scare
string Myself Up Onto Your Front Door

street Joy
you Adore