I wasn't always like this so tense and so tired
I wasn't always calling the kettle black
But in-between those sounds there are answers
But in-between those doors there's still nothing there
And all you had
Will come back
To you one day
I always seem to be slipping in and out
Painting colors in my head that I can't get out
And there are word I can hear them but I don't know their names
And there are people who visit me I don't know their names
And all you owned
All you owned
Will own you one day
Always catch myself praying I don't know why
Always bent at the knee trying to cry
But even at night even at night when I see your face
I wake up and I notice nothings changed in this place
And I can't have
No I can't have
Some peace and quiet
Some peace and some quiet
Some Peace and Quiet