The sound Look to the sound Look to the sound Older than age Past expectations With something to say But they vote concealment But words have a way of just coming out Some view me a child Caught in what's around me Never care to see the searchlights above One first to call me wild Then they will all follow suit And I'm giving up Live in a day Then it's all over Something is strange Something must break down But words have a way of just coming out Some view me as a child Caught in what's around me Never care to see the searchlights above One first to call me wild Then they will all follow suit And I'm giving up