There's got to be something louder than your silence
Hesitation when your tongue slips
I can tell you're fighting something
You lock the windows and board the doors to your feelings
But the more you talk the easier it gets
Paintings you've been shifting but you don't see me
White noise brother, white noise
But I can tell you're fighting something
You lock the windows and board the doors to your feelings
Oh and the more you talk the easier it gets
So don't be shy to call upon a friend
The more you talk the easier it gets
So don't be shy to call upon a friend