| Song | Ten Thousand Words |
| Artist | The Avett Brothers |
| Album | I and Love and You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Ten thousand words swarm around my head | |
| Ten million more in books written beneath my bed | |
| I wrote or read them all when searchin’ in the swarms | |
| Still can’t find out how to hold my hands | |
| And I know you need me in the next room over | |
| But I am stuck in here all paralyzed | |
| For months | |
| I got myself in ruts | |
| Too much time spent in mirrors framed in yellow walls | |
| Ain’t it like most people? | |
| I’m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don’t know about | |
| Ain’t it like most people? | |
| I’m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don’t know about | |
| And everyone around me shakes their head in disbelief | |
| And says I’m too caught up | |
| They say young is good and old is fine | |
| And truth is cool but all that matters | |
| Is that you have your good times | |
| But their good times come with prices | |
| And I can’t believe it when | |
| I hear the jokes they make | |
| At anyone’s expense except their own | |
| Would they laugh if they knew who paid? | |
| Ain’t it like most people? | |
| I’m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don’t know about | |
| Ain’t it like most people? | |
| I’m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don’t know about | |
| And after we are through ten years of making it to be the most of glorious debuts | |
| I’ll come back home without my things ‘ | |
| Cause the clothes | |
| I wore out there | |
| I will not wear ’round you | |
| And they’ll be quick to point out our shortcomings | |
| And how the experts all have had their doubts | |
| Ain’t it like most people? | |
| I’m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don’t know about |
| Ten thousand words swarm around my head | |
| Ten million more in books written beneath my bed | |
| I wrote or read them all when searchin in the swarms | |
| Still can t find out how to hold my hands | |
| And I know you need me in the next room over | |
| But I am stuck in here all paralyzed | |
| For months | |
| I got myself in ruts | |
| Too much time spent in mirrors framed in yellow walls | |
| Ain t it like most people? | |
| I m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don t know about | |
| Ain t it like most people? | |
| I m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don t know about | |
| And everyone around me shakes their head in disbelief | |
| And says I m too caught up | |
| They say young is good and old is fine | |
| And truth is cool but all that matters | |
| Is that you have your good times | |
| But their good times come with prices | |
| And I can t believe it when | |
| I hear the jokes they make | |
| At anyone s expense except their own | |
| Would they laugh if they knew who paid? | |
| Ain t it like most people? | |
| I m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don t know about | |
| Ain t it like most people? | |
| I m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don t know about | |
| And after we are through ten years of making it to be the most of glorious debuts | |
| I ll come back home without my things | |
| Cause the clothes | |
| I wore out there | |
| I will not wear round you | |
| And they ll be quick to point out our shortcomings | |
| And how the experts all have had their doubts | |
| Ain t it like most people? | |
| I m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don t know about |
| Ten thousand words swarm around my head | |
| Ten million more in books written beneath my bed | |
| I wrote or read them all when searchin in the swarms | |
| Still can t find out how to hold my hands | |
| And I know you need me in the next room over | |
| But I am stuck in here all paralyzed | |
| For months | |
| I got myself in ruts | |
| Too much time spent in mirrors framed in yellow walls | |
| Ain t it like most people? | |
| I m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don t know about | |
| Ain t it like most people? | |
| I m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don t know about | |
| And everyone around me shakes their head in disbelief | |
| And says I m too caught up | |
| They say young is good and old is fine | |
| And truth is cool but all that matters | |
| Is that you have your good times | |
| But their good times come with prices | |
| And I can t believe it when | |
| I hear the jokes they make | |
| At anyone s expense except their own | |
| Would they laugh if they knew who paid? | |
| Ain t it like most people? | |
| I m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don t know about | |
| Ain t it like most people? | |
| I m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don t know about | |
| And after we are through ten years of making it to be the most of glorious debuts | |
| I ll come back home without my things | |
| Cause the clothes | |
| I wore out there | |
| I will not wear round you | |
| And they ll be quick to point out our shortcomings | |
| And how the experts all have had their doubts | |
| Ain t it like most people? | |
| I m no different | |
| We love to talk on things we don t know about |