Der Conversationaliste Wax Fang

Have you ever heard silence when someone is carrying on?
Have you ever heard violent ringing of bells in your ear and there isn’t such sound?

If I had all the answers, I’d be keeping them all to myself
And your chittery chatter is building suspense like a drip from a faucet

For now, let me out of this conversation
Let me out of this long small-talk
Let me out of this conversation
Let me out, once and for all

Is there such thing as lobotomy?
Is there such thing as shock treatment?
I was not, when you thought I was interested
Now I’m rolling my eyes to keep my head from spinning around

Let me out of this conversation
Let me out of this long small-talk
The Sun is on fire but why so impatient
When you’re next in line to divine paradise?

Let me out of this conversation
Let me out of this long small-talk
The Sun is on fire but why so impatient
When you’re next in line to divine paradise?