i don t go to therapy to find out if i m a freak i go and i find the one and only answer every week and it s just me and all the memories to follow down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour and we fathom all the mysteries explicit and inherent when i hit a rut she says to try the other parent and she s so kind i think she wants to tell me something but she knows that it s much better if i get it for myself and she says ooh oh what do you hear in these sounds and ooh oh what do you hear in these sounds i say i hear a doubt with the voice of true believing and the promises to stay and the footsteps that are leaving and she says oh i say what she says exactly i say what do you think i m angry does that mean you think i m angry she says look you come here every week with jigsaw pieces of your past it s all on little soundbites and voices out of photographs and that s all yours that s the guide that s the map so tell me where does the arrow point to who invented roses and ah ooh oh what do you hear in these sounds and ooh oh what do you hear in these sounds and when i talk about therapy i know what people think that it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink but oh how i loved everybody else when i finally got to talk so much about myself and i wake up and i ask myself what state i m in and i say well i m lucky cause i am like east berlin i had this wall and what i knew of the free world was that i could see their fireworks and i could hear their radio and i thought that if we met i would only start confessing and they d know that i was scared they would know that i was guessing but the wall came down and there they stood before me with their stumbling and their mumbling and their calling out just like me  and ah ooh oh the stories that nobody hears and ah i collect these sounds in my ears and ooh oh that s what i hear in these sounds and ooh oh that s what i hear in these that s what i hear in these sounds ah oh yeah oh oh yeah that s what i hear in these that s what i hear in these sounds