I'm at war with the silence
Losing every second of it
Won't look my elephant in the eyes
He's too sad or something
I can see through my body
No it doesn't make sense
In every direction
My skin is a screen
I will never run out of steam
Of steam
Of steam
Of steam
I wish I was a painter
The grass is easier
I'd paint it all deep green
Don't need the silly fences
I can see through my body
No it doesn't make sense
In every direction
My skin is a screen
I will never run out of steam
Of steam
Of steam
Of steam