Each day's the same 'til I think that I hear your name in echolalia. And each time it hurts 'cos I don't know who said it first. Echolalia. And empty refrains, they still cut me like an old razor blade. Still I keep chasing the cheap fix 'til I wake from this crisis on my own My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low. My mind's entwined with a symphony of overheard lines of echolalia. And I feel half-sane 'til somebody goes and whispers your name Still I keep chasing the cheap fix 'til I wake from this crisis on my own My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low, I'm still hearing echoes... I should listen to what my Father says, God knows I've made all of his mistakes. Instead I'm making them all again I should brush aside what The Strangers tell me, That those on the outside are born to be lonely. No they don't even know me. . . they don't even know me. . . they don't even know me Still I keep chasing the cheap fix 'til I wake from this crisis on my own My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.