| this is a song with no words | |
| but no one can hear the missing | |
| they just look at my mouth | |
| and look at my mouth and say | |
| hey man, i know where you're coming from (yeah.. bullshit!) | |
| furniture has no say in life | |
| it was made to be used by people | |
| how many times have you felt like a bookcase | |
| sitting in a living room gathering dust | |
| full of thoughts already written? (how 'bout now?) | |
| this is a song with no words | |
| no one can hear the missing | |
| you can see my mouth and see that it's moving | |
| i think you already know where i'm coming from | |
| right here |