I don't go to therapy to find out if I'm a freak   I go and I find the only answer every week   And it's just me and all the memories to follow   Down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour   And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent   When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent   And she's so kind, I think she wants to tell me something   But she knows that it's much better if I get it for myself   So she says      Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,   What do you hear in these sounds?   Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,   What do you hear in these sounds?      I say I hear a doubt, with the voice of true believing,   And the promise to stay, and the footsteps that are leaving,   And so she says oh, I say, "what" She says "Exactly,"   I say, "What, you think I'm angry,   Does that mean you think I'm angry"   She says, "Look, you come here every week   with jigsaw pieces of your past,   It's all on little soundbytes, and voices out of photographs,   And that's all yours, that's the guide, that's the map,   So tell me, where does the arrow point to,   Who invented roses and a-      Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,   What do you hear in these sounds   And Ooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,   What do you hear in these sounds      And when I talk about therapy, I know what people think    That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink   But oh how I loved everybody else   When I finally got to talk so much about myself      And I wake up, and I ask myself what state I'm in   And I say well I'm lucky cause I am like East Berlin   I had this wall, and what I knew of the free world   Was that I could see their fireworks   And I could hear their radio   And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing   And they'd know that I was scared   They would know that I was guessing   But the wall came down, and there they stood before me   With their stumbling and their mumbling   And their calling out, just like me      And Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah   The stories that nobody hears   And I collect these sounds in my ears   And Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah   That's what I hear in these sounds   And Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah   That's what I hear in these   that's what I hear in these sounds