Aha, aha, aha, aha
Foot on the ground
Sky falling down
Stifle the sound
Volume unbound.
Scent of myself,
Toll of the bell
It's not a crisis
So much detail.
Aha, aha, aha, aha
Turn it around,
The seed in the ground
A vowel or a noun
Addicted to sound
Battle of will, it's only a drill
I don't have to save myself
Put the books on the shelve.
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
With your foot on the ground,
I can turn it around
When we go to the sound
And I'm not coming down
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
With your foot on the ground,
I can turn it around
When we go to the sound
And I'm not coming down
A temper not to tame
Finish left unframed
Wood that's stripped of stain
Leveling the plane
Don't want them to know
Choke on weeds that grow
Catch her in the flow
The sand will stop the flow
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
With your foot on the ground,
I can turn it around
When we go to the sound
And I'm not coming down
Aha, aha, aha, aha
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
With your foot on the ground,
I can turn it around
When we go to the sound
And I'm not coming down
Aha, aha, aha, aha...