the birds are singing but it s still dark moving my pillow for the cold hearth i dreamed that i was at the crossroads painting over the signs again pulling myself out of the futon i get my hoodie and my shoes on yeah treading water til the phone goes running over my lines again but they re turning inside out and it s bringing me down cause i never say what i wanna say i m just a puppet in my own play i dont understand why you dont understand that i need to be heard and im gonna find the right words a couple argue on the high street she wants clothes he wants a tv everyone is standing at the crossroads painting over the signs again pulling myself out of my headspace i realize im in the same place yeah treading water til the phone goes running over my lines again but they re turning inside out and it s bringing me down cause i never say what i wanna say i m just a puppet in my own play i dont understand why you dont understand that i need to be heard and im gonna find the right words i never say what i wanna say i m just a puppet in my own play i dont understand why you dont understand that i need to be heard and im gonna find the right words wanna go to the beach when it s ra aining and take my time i wanna have my life do my o own thing and make it mine so don t you bring me down i never say what i wanna say i m just a puppet in my own play i dont understand why you dont understand that i need to be heard and im gonna find the right words i never say what i wanna say and we gonna do it my way i dont understand why you dont understand that im gonna be heard and i know i found the right words