Texty: Thee More Shallows. More Deep Cuts. 2 Am.

When it begins, sound rushes in and drowns out everything
Sideways in bed, you cover your ears, the roar is deafening
When it won?t quit you stagger up and into the hall
But out there it?s louder. somebody?s party? you start to yell

?Hey, buddy, hey! Hey, buddy, please!
Would you quiet down? You?re killing me!
It?s 2 AM, I'm trying to sleep!?

But the sound keeps going, ?til the walls are shaking
And no one answers though you keep running around and banging on doors
And it seems strange there?s no one home, you start to wonder
?Who?s making that noise if I?m up here all alone??
But then the pitch hits and you stop caring
Cause what was piercing is now controlled
And there?s no who and no why and there?s no conflict
You breathe it out and let it go.

You start a song and when you sing the sound is gone!
And when you sing the lights come on!
And then the doors all open wide!
And then the whole hall staggers out and sings along!
You rub your eyes?they come closer? it?s
a party?