Disillusioned, broken, but your memory's intact
It's running through your head like an explosion
And the smiles on all the faces of the children in the park
Are just a momentary loss of inhibition
Well, you try to keep it all intact with bubblegum and twine
It's bound to make a mess along the sidewalk
And a sticky wish has weasled in the corner of your brain
Now it's time to let that weasel talk again
It's clear as mud and nearly twice as thick
It's out of reach and heavy as a brick
Well, it's quick to make a notion of your overgrown emotion
And it's getting so much louder every day
Whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?
Whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?
Oh, whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?
Oh, whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?
I can't hear a word
I can't hear a word
I can't hear a word
I can't hear a word
You amplify the music and you magnify the dots
And you blow up pink balloons when it's your birthday
And you look inside your glovebox for a map when you are lost
But there is not a roadsign leading me to you
I hear the words, the nouns and verbs, in conjugated forms
But they just never seem to quite make up a sentence
And the dictionary tells me where the words you say are from
So let me file it under "I" for incoherent
It's clear as mud and nearly twice as thick
It's out of reach and heavy as a brick
It's quick to make a notion of your overgrown emotion
And it's getting so much louder every day
Whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?
Whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?
Whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?
Oh, whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?
I can't hear a word
I can't hear a word
I can't hear a word
I can't hear a word
