I try to talk but you just scream and shout
Wrong time and wrong place
Sometimes I want to filter out
Speech is silver but silence is golden
I'd rather hear all the things that you hold in
Don't look at me with those angry eyes
I shut my ears, cant't hear you, bye
Where's the mute button in real life?
Sometimes I wish I couldn't hear at all
I would just see you wave your hands at the ceiling
Oh what a wonderful feeling
At least deaf people appreciate
The small bits they communicate
Meanwhile you say thousand words
But none of them of any worth
I like to imagine the peace of mind
I'd have with you not by my side
I'm glad you're just one of a kind
Cuz I could never get behind
The logic of your fucking moods
Where's the mute button in real life?
Sometimes I wish I couldn't hear at all
Then I would just see you wave your hands at the ceiling
Oh what a wonderful feeling