It starts in the unbearable dark
Throw your body on the bad days, I made an art of moving on
It sparks the age of quarrel in your heart
Throw your body on the bad days, all the midnights of tomorrow
Wait
No one hears us
Wait
No one
Enjoy the soft science of your voice
On a day no one can catch us, made a life of making noise
I've sung the age of octeen in your lungs
Throw your body on the panic, feed the sadness on your tongue
Wait
No one hears us
Wait
No one
Throw your body on the panic
On the tragic chemistry
Throw your body on the sadness
In the spaces in between
Throw your body on the bad days
Throw your body on the bad days
Wait, throw your body on the bad days
No one hears us
Wait, throw your body on the bad days
No one