Listen to the sound-bites of your neighbors through the paper-thin walls Making variations on their stories, told with Southern drawls Look into the dustbins, pick through rubbish, finding clues to bare Pond on their discussions, noshed on muffins, torn-up paper is spare If you value your own skin Stop yourself from listening in Lovelorn letters, tarred and feathered We are on display Private lives have all been scattered Mystery's gone away ♪ Following traces for disgraces, you have crossed the line Walking in shadows, searching secret places, it's a sign You've got ears, but so have I Listen close, as you walk by ♪ Sticking your ears into affairs of others has a price The stakes are higher than you think, it's time to roll the dice Won't be so lucky this time around You'll disappear, not a trace to be found