The bricks get laid and they get torn up   And laid again but the bricks always get torn up again      Your friends won't wait so don't believe that shit   When they say they'll wait   Trust me, your friends will not wait for you   Then you'll be stoned in some park      Just nodding your head and pinching your arms   When a girl walks along   She's humming your song with your T-shirt on   That's when you're done, oh, that's when you're don      There's a cotton crush down in the southern states   But back up here, man, we've got so much thread and space   To waste, waste, waste   There's a microphone picking every word up   And it shuts itself off when it's sure that's its heard enough      The quiet can scrape all the calm from your bones   But maybe it should, maybe we need to be hollowed   To get up and grow and stop fucking around   To kick off our braces and start straightening out      Let's sift through the static to find a simpler sound   Let's sift through the static to find a simpler sound   Simpler sound than the shit that's clouding our heads now