Tekster: The Whigs. Can't Hear You Coming.

So, you know, the sound you're making stops today.
And yeah I heard enough.
I turn in all the pass for in my way.
And you'll say what you say and maybe turn me away.
Oh oh maybe.

Don't you know I can't hear you coming?
Don't you know I can't hear you coming?
Don't you know I can't hear you coming now?

Phone my friends.
The headache in a heart won't stay.
And all the birds get quiet. They've whistled all the funk flowing in their veins.
And you'll say what you say and maybe turn me away.
Oh oh maybe.

Don't you know I can't hear you coming?
Don't you know I can't hear you coming?
Don't you know I can't hear you coming now?

And oh my god. It's right and you're coming.
Oh my god. It's right and you're coming.
Don't you know I can't hear you coming now?

(Thanks to Caitlin for these lyrics)