When I wake up I'm speaking slow
When I get drunk I'm speaking more
Get too drunk & I don't speak at all
Get too close to you &
I don't know what to say
The only time I make sense is when
I'm talking in my sleep
But there's nobody around to write it down
So it gets lost on my books & pillows
The only time you made sense was when
I was talking too
But we had to take turns, one at a time
& When it comes to mine
I have no idea what to say

When I'm talking to you
What to say when
I'm standing there talking to you

Words that don't relate to one
Another flowing off our tongues
Fragments, fleeting thoughts
Get strung together one by one by one
Things we can't relay to one another
Smoke goes in my lungs
I get more from a look than from people
When they've spoke or yelled or sung

People talk
People talk
People talk, but they don't know what to say

What do you say?

When it comes to you
You look good in your sleep (what do you say?)
When it comes to you
You look good in a heap of images stacked so
Electronically
(What do you say?)
When it comes to you you look to keep no matter what

People talk
People walk
People mock
But they don't know what to say

What to say when I'm talking to you
What to say when I'm standing there talking to you
What to say
What to say
What to say now that I'm standing here talking to you