Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire, Andrew Bird - Waiting To Talk lyrics
[Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire, Andrew Bird - Waiting To Talk lyrics]
Everybody's talking nobody's listening
And everybody's sweating nobody's glistening
Nobody knows what he's thinking
Doesn't really step out
Even when he's drinking
And it seems kind of creepy
Seems like the type that stalks
Nobody knows when he's sinking
Always looks so pensive whether
Or not he's thinking
To him it seems, to him it screams
That everyone's just waiting to talk
And everyone's waiting to talk
Lord, it's all so terribly awkward
On the verandas in the front halls
In the bus station's bathroom stalls
Yes it seems that everyone's
Just waiting to talk
What must he be thinking? Can we even guess?
He's not really linking
Himself with the rest
Does he know our big secret?
Has one of us confessed?
'Bout the wires circuit's and motors
That are buried in our chest
It's all just a pointless equation
This parabolic conversation
Like two distinct lines
Never the twain shall meet never? No, never
Nobody knows what he's thinking
Doesn't really step out
Even when he's drinking
Yes to him it seems to certain extremes
That everyone's just waiting to talk
And everyone's waiting to talk
Lord, it's all so terribly awkward
Everybody's talking nobody's listening
Everybody's sweating nobody's glistening
And so it seems that
Everyone's just waiting to talk
And everybody's sweating nobody's glistening
Nobody knows what he's thinking
Doesn't really step out
Even when he's drinking
And it seems kind of creepy
Seems like the type that stalks
Nobody knows when he's sinking
Always looks so pensive whether
Or not he's thinking
To him it seems, to him it screams
That everyone's just waiting to talk
And everyone's waiting to talk
Lord, it's all so terribly awkward
On the verandas in the front halls
In the bus station's bathroom stalls
Yes it seems that everyone's
Just waiting to talk
What must he be thinking? Can we even guess?
He's not really linking
Himself with the rest
Does he know our big secret?
Has one of us confessed?
'Bout the wires circuit's and motors
That are buried in our chest
It's all just a pointless equation
This parabolic conversation
Like two distinct lines
Never the twain shall meet never? No, never
Nobody knows what he's thinking
Doesn't really step out
Even when he's drinking
Yes to him it seems to certain extremes
That everyone's just waiting to talk
And everyone's waiting to talk
Lord, it's all so terribly awkward
Everybody's talking nobody's listening
Everybody's sweating nobody's glistening
And so it seems that
Everyone's just waiting to talk