This is a song with no words But no one can hear the missing They just look at my mouth And look at my mouth and say Hey man, i know where you're coming from (yeah. bullshit!) Furniture has no say in life It was made to be used by people How many times have you felt like a bookcase Sitting in a living room gathering dust Full of thoughts already written? (how 'bout now?) This is a song with no words No one can hear the missing You can see my mouth and see that it's moving I think you already know where i'm coming from Right here