Echolalia Songtext
von The Crookes

Each day′s the same 'til I think that I hear your name in echolalia.
And each time it hurts ′cos I don't know who said it first. Echolalia.
And empty refrains, they still cut me like an old razor blade.
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix 'til I wake from this crisis on my own
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
My mind′s entwined with a symphony of overheard lines of echolalia.
And I feel half-sane ′til somebody goes and whispers your name
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix 'til I wake from this crisis on my own
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low, I′m still hearing echoes...
I should listen to what my Father says,
God knows I've made all of his mistakes.
Instead I′m making them all again I should brush aside what The Strangers tell me,
That those on the outside are born to be lonely.
No they don't even know me. . . they don′t even know me. . . they don't even know me
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix 'til I wake from this crisis on my own
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.