Foot on the ground Sky falling down Stifle the sound Volume unbound
Scent of my cell Toll of the bell It's not a crisis So much to tell
Turn it around The seed in the ground Vowel or a noun Addicted to sound
Battle of will It's only a drill I don't have to save myself For the books on the shelf
No matter what you say No matter what you say No matter what you say No matter what you say With a foot on the ground I can turn it around Warming up to the sound And I'm not coming down [x2]
A temper not to tame A finish left unframed Wood that's stripped of stain Leveling the plain
Don't want them to know Choke the weeds that grow Catcher in the throe The scent will stop the flow
No matter what you say No matter what you say No matter what you say No matter what you say With a foot on the ground I can turn it around Warming up to the sound And I'm not coming down [x2]