This here formality When we come crawling back Who'd ever listen To round and around we pulse Try to find the place People sit far away from me when All around Turn... oh when you listen find out more oh oh Turn... is anybody listening at the door oh oh Say we compromise The thing we love love love just to push it out Towards the bird song This is the cry of the raging architect He sees the shapes with the paintbrush Light as the dull cage Try to find the place People sit far away from when... I was never around ... Just tired of talking low when ... Turn... oh when you listen find out more oh oh Turn... is anybody listening at the door oh oh