'Cuz they seek light, the shadows chatter out grade-school jokes 
I don't want to listen to that [bad word] 
'Cuz they seek the sun, the shadows suddenly change from 
The soul's missing voice to a sharp tone of voice 
While that sound echoed and bounced in the middle of town, 
I kept on screaming in a beastly voice

No way I'm going to change my course 
The reverb's dazzling, but 
It refracts [bad word] apart 
The world right here is always like this

Is there light in the world outside?
 

The guitar, tired of chattering, gives up on being civil with me 
And sinks into silence and melts into the wall

dazzling reverb inside a house of mirrors 
Is the only thing left, the only thing left

No way I'm going to change my course 
The voice of the guitar 
Has often made speeches at me 
The outside world is always like this

I wanna try changing my course 
And throw the reverb into a wall 
Rebound back to me 
The outside world is always like this