You know what makes me happy   The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag   I found my indecision   The product of the media grime   And now I'm on the wings   The things that make you sad   The feel that I control have you press rewind   Don't bother to respond   Hoping that you'll hear   Close, close, yeah close the light   You love to hear me again And when the sun beams down all of your lies   The classic act of feeling is that of a memory   The sky's all grey in the barracks I know I'm a lousy hero   And you are peering down through parascopic eyes   Close, close, yeah close (conscience)   We'll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played   I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid   The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along   And in the end of a season the voices turn it all off   I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid   We'll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played