When you have gone to bed
And I am alone inside my head
I turn on the stereo
The one only I can no
And I hear the songs
that i didn't write
I hear what they sounded like
all over town (x3)
it would have made me crack
what would have fallen from your eye
would have destroyed our love
and i would say
oh my god (x2)
what was i thinking of
every night it plays a little louder
telling me to sing an little louder
telling me i can't escape
escape the way i am a little louder
every night i open up my folder
to collect the words
i heard in the songs
that i didn't write
i heard what they sounded like
all over town (x3)
but when you heard the notes
that would have vaunted from my throat
there is an meaning past the awfulness
that something pure and true
that would have been great
it would have made me cry
what would have fallen from my eye
merely had poisoned me
and i would say
oh my god (x2)
i had to get it out
every night it plays a little louder
telling me to sing an little louder
telling me i can't escape
escape the way i am
an little louder
every night an pen is getting drier
writing down the words
i sing in the songs
that i didn't write
i seen what they sounded like
all over town (x3)
but when you heard the poem
that would have shook around our home
there is an chance
it could have broken down the walls
through round our bed
it could have been great
i hear the songs and what they sounded like (x4)
And I am alone inside my head
I turn on the stereo
The one only I can no
And I hear the songs
that i didn't write
I hear what they sounded like
all over town (x3)
it would have made me crack
what would have fallen from your eye
would have destroyed our love
and i would say
oh my god (x2)
what was i thinking of
every night it plays a little louder
telling me to sing an little louder
telling me i can't escape
escape the way i am a little louder
every night i open up my folder
to collect the words
i heard in the songs
that i didn't write
i heard what they sounded like
all over town (x3)
but when you heard the notes
that would have vaunted from my throat
there is an meaning past the awfulness
that something pure and true
that would have been great
it would have made me cry
what would have fallen from my eye
merely had poisoned me
and i would say
oh my god (x2)
i had to get it out
every night it plays a little louder
telling me to sing an little louder
telling me i can't escape
escape the way i am
an little louder
every night an pen is getting drier
writing down the words
i sing in the songs
that i didn't write
i seen what they sounded like
all over town (x3)
but when you heard the poem
that would have shook around our home
there is an chance
it could have broken down the walls
through round our bed
it could have been great
i hear the songs and what they sounded like (x4)