The Crookes - Echolalia lyrics
Each day's the same 'til I think that I hear your name in echolalia. And each time it hurts 'cos I don't know who said it first. Echolalia. My mind's entwined with a symphony of overheard lines of echolalia. And I feel half-sane 'til somebody goes and whispers your name. Echolalia Echolalia Echolalia