The Sound Of Fear - Eels

Sun comes up on the old neighbourhood

Spray painted bricks and dead firewood

Well, I don’t know where I’m gonna be next

I don’t care where I’m gonna be

Next time, if you think of it

You might remember me as

The one who let you down

But never made another sound of fear

Some people like to call me Chuck

It’s «Charles» and you are shit outta luck

If you think you know what happens next

You think you know what happens

Next time, if you think of it

You might remember me as

The one who let you down

But never made another sound of fear

Sun goes down on the old neighborhood

Dark damp has stopped where I once stood

I don’t know where the bus stops next

And I don’t care where the bus stops

Next time, if you think of it

You might remember me as

The one who let you down

But never made another sound of fear

The sound of fear

I can hear

The sound of fear