Frequency

Tadpole

The air up there is crowded crazy static in the sky

With multitudes of voices flying swifter than the eye

Could ever see to speak, catch them up and reason with the din

And now at night when I¹m trying to sleep my head is caving inŠ



Give me your frequency

Right where I want to be



It¹s strange to feel resistance this compression of the air

The sounds that fill the silence are now floating everywhere

And I can¹t disconnect from this effect, the level¹s much too high

And now at night when I¹m trying to sleep my head is caving in.



It¹s automatic with you