Turn up the noise
But see if you can maintain your poise
Edge out the door
And feel it as you swim back to the shore
La-da-da-da-da-da-do

I do believe
I'm clinging to the warm, bleeding trees

La-la-la-la-la-la-lie
I wave and I turn off the light

Your dress may be torn, but you wear it well
All this and more may be in your spell
Four-letter word, but it isn't real
All this speed inside you
Steer on the edge of your sanity
You bludgeon the sound like it's unappealing
Pouring your scorn on our pride and joy
All this fear inside you

La-la-la-la-la-la-lie