Lyrics

Tension's up like fists in a fight You should've called me It would've meant something This is my mind on your recorder This is my soul that, that you're hearing I used to have my own songs If I don't mind, then this problem remains my own Thinking out loud just makes you turn away Your silence is crushing All I want, animal Damn, we're fragile and wrong With all of the things you know, with what little grace you show Just send a list of instructions to the factory and when it returns we'll embrace it Only if it's gold, only if it's gold It's sickening in stereo Woah, woah, woah If I don't mind, then this problem remains my own Well holding things down, just makes you turn away The silence is crushing All I want, animal!