This is a song with no words But no one can hear the missing They just look at my mouth Look at my mouth 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 living room gathering dust Full of thought already written (How about now?)
This is a song with no words But no one can hear the missing You can see my mouth and see that it's moving I think you alreay know where I'm coming from Right here
