D.b.s. - Kitchen Noise lyrics

It's the way that yelling makes you feel like you're two feet tall, and even if it's not just directed right at you. My hand hurts from your hand holding tight; it's all that I can do. And I'll make you smile to try to stain behind door sounds. We can hide behind flannel sheets. We can drown out what's outside. Can your stereo go that high?