The sound of broadcast voices in the air
Seeps through the screens of kitchen doors
Windows flash the TVs on the lawns
I can see and hear it all from here
Everything is how it usually is
In the blue-eyed houses of my neighborhood
Information rides on frequencies
The air is full of things that we can't see
When I crash my cars by remote control
No one knows how far the signal goes
Everything is how it usually is
In the blue-eyed houses of my neighborhood
The speed of sound
One thousand feet per second
That's five seconds per mile
When lightning flashes shadows on my bedroom wall
The countdown starts
One one thousand, two one thousand, keep on counting, keep on counting
It feels like the thunder is looking for me
We let these things into our homes
Even though the windows and doors are locked
And when it seems like we're alone
Something's there to remind us that we're not
Everything is different than it was
In the blue-eyed houses of my neighborhood
Nobody's acting like they should
In the blue-eyed houses of my neighborhood
In the blue-eyed houses of my neighborhood