Lyrics:

Contagious, like

the rhythm of a record

through my mind

Played slowly to emphasize

the condition of a dead line.

So hopeless so let the record

play on and on and on...



Can I speak?

Can I speak now?



Without a voice to call my own I'm left

walk these streets alone,

Waiting through the afternoon again.

Time can't get the best of me.

Surely I will never be

Waiting through the afternoon again.



Don't rush it,

Cause I'm not living my one life without danger.

(The stakes it takes making what we make giving up to

the page) and then I'm Left waiting,

Let the record play on and on and on...



Can I speak?

Can I speak now?



Without a voice to call my own

I'm left walk these streets alone,

Waiting through the afternoon again.

Time can't get the best of me. Surely I will never be

Waiting through the afternoon again.