I've got a secret to tell
I hope you're listening
Hope you bleed from the ears when the air pulses
How do you think sound is made
If you don't use it you lose it
I know how sound is made
It's when you're moving too fast
You said it yourself
You said it yourself
Overheat your battery
You lost track of what you are
Circa 2000 and you're living
You're living
When you reach the sand
Hope you know it's burning
Hope you know it's burning
Hot sun and body heat never did you any good
So when you fall I've got it
Lost track of what you are
It's just part of what you get
It's hardly consequence