Hung a few more curtains today,
Found a few more holes in the wall,
Turned on some white noise
But I can still hear the sound of a TV set,
But I can still hear the TV set
And the sound of another cigarette being lit.
It's all afterthough.
Every thought is an afterthought
And every act is an acting out
And every sound is a shot heard around the world.
I can still hear the TV set
And the sound of another cigarette being lit.
Turn up the white noise.
It's all afterthought.
You're the reason for me,
A reason to be.
You're the reason,
A reason.