Paroles: X. The Unheard Music.

Friends warehouse pain, attack their own kind
A thousand kids, bury their parents

There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eyes

Some smooth chords on the car radio
No hard chords on the car radio

We set the trash on fire and watch outside the door
Men come up the pavement, under the marquee

There's laughing inside
We're locked out of the public eyes

Some smooth chords on the car radio
No hard chords on the car radio

Friends warehouse pain, attack their own kind
A thousand kids, bury their parents

There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eyes

Some smooth chords on the car radio
No hard chords on the car radio

Some smooth chords on the car radio
No hard chords on the car radio