when you have gone to bednand i am alone inside my headni turn on the stereonthe one only i can nonand i hear the songsnthat i didn't writeni hear what they sounded likennall over town (x3)nnit would have made me cracknwhat would have fallen from your eyenwould have destroyed our lovenand i would say nnoh my god (x2)nnwhat was i thinking ofnevery night it plays a little louderntelling me to sing an little louderntelling me i can't escapenescape the way i am a little loudernnevery night i open up my foldernto collect the wordsni heard in the songsnthat i didn't writeni heard what they sounded likennall over town (x3)nnbut when you heard the notesnthat would have vaunted from my throatnthere is an meaning past the awfulnessnthat something pure and truenthat would have been greatnnit would have made me crynwhat would have fallen from my eyenmerely had poisoned menand i would saynnoh my god (x2)nni had to get it outnevery night it plays a little louderntelling me to sing an little louderntelling me i can't escapenescape the way i amnan little loudernnevery night an pen is getting driernwriting down the words ni sing in the songsnthat i didn't writeni seen what they sounded likennall over town (x3)nnbut when you heard the poemnthat would have shook around our homenthere is an chancenit could have broken down the wallsnthrough round our bednnit could have been greatnni hear the songs and what they sounded like (x4)nni hear the songs