Quiet, Quiet (B-Side) Songtext

von Polite Fiction

Feigning Interest.
Vacancy.
Got a home there.
Got a view there too.
And it's all I need.
And I need to.
Come down.
Come down.
Navigating.
Through the white noise.
In my head.
Well, I get turned around.
See, I could never figure how to tune out that sound.
And all this crosstalk you can cut it out cut it out cut it out and be left with quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet.
Serenity.
Tracing.
Coming down the wire.
Turning out the lights (and dream for something good to work what is lost, now is always found) Fading.
Washing colors out.
Bleeding into a beautiful random hue.
And it's all I need.
I need to.
Come down.
Come down.
Navigating.
Through the white noise.
In my head.
Well, I get turned around.
See, I could never figure how to tune out that sound.
And all this crosstalk you can cut it out cut it out cut it out and be left with quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet.
Serenity. (and in my eye) Feigning interest (I'm far away from endless droves) Vacancy (of vying requests for all my time, my thoughts, my life, it gets so tiring) got a home there (and in this wisdom) got a view there too (I could give to you) and it's all, it's all I need) (a simple tiding quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet when you're next to me) Come down.
Come down.
Navigating.
Through the white noise.
In my head.
Well, I get turned around.
See, I could never figure how to tune out that sound.
And all this crosstalk you can cut it out cut it out cut it out and be left with quiet, quiet, quiet.
Serenity.