Houdini’s Angels Seven Mary Three

Do you think that people get, tired of themselves
Is that why the T.V.'s on, all the time
And it don't take much, to get it right back on track
But it won't fall from the sky, right into your lap

And I've made the most of luck
You get a brand new chance, in a brand new town
If I, if I don't read what they wrote about me
I might turn you on to something I've found

Like silence, priceless, silence
The only way we talk

What if people get, everything they expect
What becomes of hope, I'll bet she's a nervous wreck
What's the genius in, a cushion on your couch
You better find yourself, something that drags you out

And I've made the most of love
You get a brand new chance, in a brand new town
If I, if I don't hear what they whisper about me
I might turn you on to something I've found

It's like silence, priceless, silence
The only way we talk