The Soundtrack of Your Fears

You can not tame no animal

You can only try to communicate

So let us try not to fall

Down the path of dialectical games

There is no face for you to see

There's only space for you and me

There is no voice for you to hear

Only the soundtrack of your fear

In the morning I will rince my dreams

Of what is still clinging to the night

I will watch you dress in front of me

While the sun is singing all its lies

There is no face for you to see

There's only space for you and me

There is no voice for you to hear

Only the soundtrack of your fear

Look what I've found under your bed:

A spider hanging from its thread

It told me that you drew its web

And that you sell the eggs it laid

I can not seem to control my hands

They just walk on a path of their own

They will use you when you're on the phone

You will try then you will understand

There is no face for you to see

There's only space for you and me

There is no voice for you to hear

Only the soundtrack of your fear