This is a song with no words
But no one can hear the missing
They just look at my mouth
Look at my mouth
Look at my mouth
And say hey man "I know where you're coming from"
(Yeah... Bullshit!)

Furniture has no say in life
It was made to be used by people
How many times have you felt like a bookcase
Sitting in living room gathering dust
Full of thought already written
(How about now?)

This is a song with no words
But no one can hear the missing
You can see my mouth and see that it's moving
I think you alreay know where I'm coming from
Right here