I sing little songs to myself and try not to think about myself
That's when I get blinded by sound
I'm so confused when I think about what I'm supposed to be,
And what my friends think of me,
But that's something I can never know and not hold onto (*?)
So when I'm recording songs, the last part takes so long
That's when I have to make up words and see them
And know about the world I'm in
I think about it mostly when I'm walking home at night,
After people turn off all the lights
Now I play something good at night
And people put up Christmas lights,
The car's parked and I'm just sneaking around
Outside their house when they're asleep inside
I run through the bushes and hide
And I see their dishes in the sink
Pretty soon now, it will snow
My first snow away from home
It's cold and I'm bundled up
That's when I get blinded by sound
I'm so confused when I think about what I'm supposed to be,
And what my friends think of me,
But that's something I can never know and not hold onto (*?)
So when I'm recording songs, the last part takes so long
That's when I have to make up words and see them
And know about the world I'm in
I think about it mostly when I'm walking home at night,
After people turn off all the lights
Now I play something good at night
And people put up Christmas lights,
The car's parked and I'm just sneaking around
Outside their house when they're asleep inside
I run through the bushes and hide
And I see their dishes in the sink
Pretty soon now, it will snow
My first snow away from home
It's cold and I'm bundled up