This Is The Sound - The Juliana Hatfield Three

Up above the floor so high.

A reflection in his eye.

Fell in love again last night.

Had a chance but I got stage-fright.

Oooh, oooh.

oooh, oooh

I cant dance in front of you.

I never used these dancing shoes.

They wont even go up stairs.

Take me up to meet you there.

Oooh, oooh.

oooh, oooh

This… is the sound … of a tree… falling down.

Like me… giving up… to the ground… is the sound

Of a wave… breaking down… to be… all washed up.

I cant think of things to say.

Would if I could find a way.

Grab something and hold it tight.

Even if its just one night.

Oooh, oooh.

oooh, oooh!

Why are simple things so hard?

Nothing ever goes too far.

I roll it over in my mind

For the hundred-thousandth time.

Oooh, oooh.

oooh, oooh

This… is the sound … of a tree… falling down.

Like me… giving up… to the ground… is the sound

Of a wave… crashing down … to be… all washed up Bridge !

Up above the town so high,

Watching gasses in the sky.

I cant stop thinking of that guy.

How do you cant see smog at night.

Oooh, oooh.

oooh, oooh

I dont even know his name.

But if its ever gonna rain,

Will it ever be the same?

Will he come back here again?

This… is the sound … of a tree… falling down.

Like me… giving up… to the ground… is the sound

Of a wave… breaking down … to be… all washed up.