Lyric Shippensberg

You know what makes me happy
The things that make you sad
The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
I found my indecision
The product of the media grime
The feel that I control have you press rewind

And now I m on the wings
Hoping that you ll hear
Don t bother to respond
You love to hear me again
And when the sun beams down all of your lies
Close, close, yeah close the light

The sky s all grey in the barracks I know I m a lousy hero
The classic act of feeling is that of a memory

And you are peering down through parascopic eyes
Close, close, yeah close (conscience)

I try to hide the fact that I m afraid
We ll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played

And in the end of a season the voices turn it all off
The things that were so meaningless til the next one comes along

I try to hide the fact that I m afraid
We ll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played