Echolalia

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.

And empty refrains, they still cut me like an old razor blade.

Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own

My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.

My mind’s entwined with a symphony of overheard lines of echolalia.

And I feel half-sane ‘til somebody goes and whispers your name

Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own

My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low,

I’m still hearing echoes…

I should listen to what my Father says,

God knows I’ve made all of his mistakes.

Instead I’m making them all again I should brush aside what The Strangers tell me,

that those on the outside are born to be lonely.

No they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me

Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own

My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.