Living Sound

Baby's crawling to me
With tiny feet and unproportionate head
Don't touch my shoes baby
They're dirty and you're gonna get sick

And I begin to ask the baby questions
Like hey what's going on
How you likin' the first 8 months, oh
And what you gonna do when all the money's gone

And the reaction goes
With the notion that I am welcome

Hey baby baby will you wake up at 3 am and
Put them to the test
Speak and push them to confess
With heart in chest
Round and round
Don't let them bring you down
You got your two feet on the ground
My friend, you are living sound

There you go crawling on the disgusting floor
Prove to me more or less than before
You are so lovely and you know this to be true
Too young to ask questions but you still know what to do

What an unfortunate event
To be born under the same sign as A. king
You don't need experience
When you taught me everything

Electrical tape stuck to my face
I'm hanging from the door frame *sane*
Uncertainty turned its clean face to us and said
"I don't like you one bit"

And the reaction goes
With the notion that I am welcome

Hey baby baby will you wake up at 3 am and
Put them to the test
Speak and push them to confess
With heart in chest
Round and round
Don't let them bring you down
You got your two feet on the ground
My friend, you are living sound

It's okay to hate nothing at all
Even for reasons great or small
To be of which the heart withdrawals
You decide what to do with the call

If you lose yourself you will reappear
Even with a voice unclear
You can stand alone nobody near
You will understand there's nothing to fear

Hey baby baby will you wake up at 3 am and
Put them to the test
speak and push them to confess
With heart in chest
Round and round
Don't let them bring you down
You got your two feet on the ground
My friend, you are living sound