Eyes for Volume

The Microphones

Volume,

You can see it through my eyes

And hear it,

When I'm wide awake.

My eyes

Mostly stay shut when I sing

Just like when I'm asleep.

I have

Dreams about things I will make,

And plans I never do.

In sleep

I record these songs in my head.

Drumsets,

Taller than a house and bass amps,

Knocking over trees.

Robots,

With five or six tape decks in them;

For making tapes.

Things change;

When I wake up I see things

For how they are.

I don't have

A body made of tape or headphones

Attached to my head.

These songs

Help me trick myself and pretend

I'm made of sound.