On the crossroads, being expected to take action Trying to feel all I must do is to decide I've tagged a road sign that was pointing your direction Wrote you a song The one you didn't really like Ask me what I want, what dream, what tune, what colour The giant cubes of words can't tell you what is mine And I have tried all the words to say what just can be heard in no line There's a noise that makes you cry for no real reason Makes you feel like people read each other's minds Boosts your heart rate, brings the sun in rainy season Just like the first glimpse of you at age of nine Trying to tape it, write it down and take a picture Want to make it loud for anyone around And I have tried all the tones to say what just can be heard in the sound All the meanings everywhere Don't call me liberal, I just don't care Names and words and I can't see They're like the dust falling down on me Making noises Living lives and reading bibles Nothing's nothing so it's hard to make a choice Why can't we just leave all of our songs untitled? And I have tried all the words to say what just can be heard in the sound