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)