We're so loud in this house but we never 
ever speak up. We are crowded in this house 
yet so alone. Why don't I give a clue of what 
I feel or what I want to, well, 'cause you have to admit 
- that simply wouldn't fit. 

Oh, we never drink cheap wine no more. We never lay down 
on the floor. 
with loveless days 

We go out for little walks - long boring talkless walks, 
'cause we just cannot figure out that perfect thing to 
say. Oh, baby can't you see, it's growing all over the 
tapestry; flowers and sprouts signing - get out.