The song that play, are playing all the wrong tunes, The melodies are lost when played for you, I hear the words, the words that are spoken, Their never sung, your mouth is merely open. You speak but I don't hear, The words that should be flowing from you, You never make it clear, There's always something stopping you. I hear your voice even when it's silent, A given thought is louder when spoken, I move away but your shadow hangs over me, I pray for sun to burn away to agony. You speak but I don't hear, The words that should be flowing from you, You never make it clear, There's always something stopping you. You speak but I don't hear, The words that should be flowing from you, You never make it clear, There's always something stopping you