I don't wanna talk about it
I can't help it
You may want to go to sleep right now
But the way I feel I don't expect to go to sleep for a year
I'm on fucking fire

Communication
Why can't I understand the stars?
From ABC and one, two, three
These thoughts have taken us far

And it's a long way from zero to one
If an alien said hello
It wouldn't be a language
We could understand
It'd be in cryptic code
On the stereo

Why don't you hold me?
Is that so bold?
In all my inabilities
Far from life's wealth
Let's drink to our health
'Cause we're strangers to our own true selves
Strangers to our own true selves
Strangers to our own true selves
Strangers to our own true selves

Copyright: TUNECORE INC
Writer(s): James Guthrie