What's that sound blocking my traffic brain
excuses and daydreams of yesterways
what's that sound screaming and it's on repeat
telling me you don't accept defeat
lost in the realms of a tangled bunch
twisting through rumors a dishonest such
what's that sound what that sound
I don't hear
Listen Oh, Oh
listen
level the surface you do not control
who will you give your all, all
an an intersection of a charted course
it's pirated by self inflicted scorn
the intamacy with pessimistic tunes
met a God who is light he is filing through
my son Papa said they'll be days like this
thank goodness he rules with an iron fist
now spounge up the world where you cry no more
be still
be still and
listen, listen
listen
level the surface you do not control
who will you give your all, all
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh