Each day’s the same ‘til I think that I hear your name in echolalia
And each time it hurts ‘cos I don’t know who said it first Echolalia
And empty refrains, they still cut me like an old razor blade
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low
My mind’s entwined with a symphony of overheard lines of echolalia
And I feel half sane ‘til somebody goes and whispers your name
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low
I’m still hearing echoes…
I should listen to what my Father says
God knows I’ve made all of his mistakes
Instead I’m making them all again I should brush aside what The Strangers tell me
that those on the outside are born to be lonely
No they don’t even know me they don’t even know me they don’t even know me
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low