Incoherent

Disillusioned, broken, but your memory's intact

It's running through your head like an explosion

And the smiles on all the faces of the children in the park

Are just a momentary loss of inhibition

Well, you try to keep it all intact with bubblegum and twine

It's bound to make a mess along the sidewalk

And a sticky wish has weasled in the corner of your brain

Now it's time to let that weasel talk again

It's clear as mud and nearly twice as thick

It's out of reach and heavy as a brick

Well, it's quick to make a notion of your overgrown emotion

And it's getting so much louder every day

Whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?

Whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?

Oh, whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?

Oh, whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?

I can't hear a word

I can't hear a word

I can't hear a word

I can't hear a word

You amplify the music and you magnify the dots

And you blow up pink balloons when it's your birthday

And you look inside your glovebox for a map when you are lost

But there is not a roadsign leading me to you

I hear the words, the nouns and verbs, in conjugated forms

But they just never seem to quite make up a sentence

And the dictionary tells me where the words you say are from

So let me file it under "I" for incoherent

It's clear as mud and nearly twice as thick

It's out of reach and heavy as a brick

It's quick to make a notion of your overgrown emotion

And it's getting so much louder every day

Whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?

Whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?

Whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?

Oh, whatcha saying, whatcha saying to me?

I can't hear a word

I can't hear a word

I can't hear a word

I can't hear a word