Aha, aha, aha Foot on the ground Sky falling down ... for the sound Volume unbound. Scent of myself, Tore of the bell It's not a crisis So much detail. Aha, aha, aha Turn it around, The feet in the ground... Addicted to sound Babble of will, it's only a drill I don't have to save myself Put the books on the shelve. Chorus: (x2) No matter what you say No matter what you say No matter what you say No matter what you say With your foot on the ground, I can turn it around When we go to the sound And I'm not coming down ... not to tame Finish left unframed Wood that's stripped of stain... Don't want them to know Choke on weeds that grow Catch her in the flow... stop the flow Chorus: (x2) No matter what you say No matter what you say No matter what you say No matter what you say With your foot on the ground, I can turn it around When we go to the sound And I'm not coming down Aha, aha, aha, aha