Lifehouse

Cling And Clatter

too many voices, it won't take long which one's right, which one's wrong yours is most likely to be misunderstood screaming in tongues on the top of my lungs 'til I find you, 'til you found me somehow I always knew that you would and I am contemplating matters all this cling and clatter in my head, and what you said is ringing, ringing faster and it's all good if you would stop the world from making sense and if I could just realize it doesn't really matter, it doesn't really matter it doesn't really matter if I could touch the sound of silence now you know I would if I knew how to make these intentions come around I'm hearing without listening and believing every word you are not saying speaking without a sound trapped inside of these four walls walking brainless muppet dolls mushroom face beneath the tangles bleeding silhouette inside dancing like an angel would