Sense of the Sound Lyrics

Am I imagining a friend or

Imagining an end or

Is this all that there is?

Am I leaning into static

Across the Atlantic

There's someone in the attic

But I can't make out the words

I live in a dead zone

Sing with the eyes closed

Always been disconnected

Ten feet off the ground

I put on my headphones

Listening real close

An unexpected making sense of the sound

Making sense of the sound

Making sense of the sound

Making sense of the sound

You've been talking in your sleep and

Walking off the deep end

Drinking every weekend

I've been listening to my breathing

Swept up by a feeling

There's secrets on the ceiling

But I can't make out the words

I live in a dead zone

Sing with the eyes closed

Always been disconnected

Ten feet off the ground

I put on my headphones

Listening real close

An unexpected making sense of the sound

Making sense of the sound

Making sense of the sound

Making sense of the sound

Making sense of the sound