Taking syllables that I want to lose meaning And painting them in white up on the ceiling To swim around the air while I am sleeping And in the morning they'll Be a little bit blurrier
And one morning I'll be squinting from my bed To make make out the letters overhead But they've blurred into a cloud up there instead And I'm inviting you To be white paint I'm inviting you To be white paint
Where do you send things to When your heart ain't got no room And I'm set on banishing My undying love Unwavering favor of All the wrong things
Syllables that sound against my skull Echo and overlap until they're dull To blend in with the hum inside the wall And I'm inviting you To be white noise I'm inviting you To be white noise
Where do you send things to When your heart ain't got no room And I'm set on banishing My undying love Unwavering favor of All the wrong things
And I'd like to know How difficult is it To re-create established laws of physics To dwell inside the confines of a minute Where everything just drones Null and void And in that instant you Are just white noise