Our words are made of nothing
Just currents of emptiness
Heart, mind and soul
Habitual
After laughter, our malaise
The constant of sleepwalking days
And nightmarish nights
Habitual
We talk to keep from talking (x2)
We're free to express our opinions
But have we any to share
We talk to keep from talking (x2)
We may have conversations
But I've the feeling you don't care
You're not really there
Tragedy or comedy
Pseudo-drama you and me
And what of the end?
Habitual
Day into night we often seem
Somnambulstic, lost in dream
For we have become
Habitual
We talk to keep from talking (x2)
Keeping up pretenses
That things are as before
We talk to keep from talking (x2)
I see your lips are moving
But I don't hear you anymore
Anymore… anymore
Why must things go on and on this way?
Shouldn't we have something more to say?
We've grown habitual no, no, no
It's just a ritual, habitual (repeat variants to end)