You, youYou had a favorite singer, you bought his albumsFor the passion you felt in his voiceHe spoke in a foreign language I don't understandI went deaf and cannot hearHad yelling for many yearsFrom fathers, sisters, cars and kachingsIt's not my fault if you don't hear the noiseThey put chills in everyone's shouldersWhat's it about usThat can't hear this noiseI hearI hearThe sound of feeling at homeI'm forced to forget thatWhere I'm goingCause I'm going aloneYou will not paySince it is freeYou might see my friendsBut you won't see meGetting dumbYet getting smarterMeeting normalMeeting starsFeeling close to sometimes feeling farEven a terrible golfer can sometimes reach parIt's not my fault if you don't hear the noiseThey put chills in everyone's shouldersWhat's it about usThat can't hear this noiseI hear the sound of feeling at homeI'm forced to forget thatWhere I'm goingCause I'm going aloneI hear the sound of feeling at homeI'm forced to forget thatWhere I'm going aloneCause I'm going aloneI hear the sound of feeling at homeI hear the sound of feeling at homeI hear the sound of feeling at homeWhich is pred HomlessnessYou don't have to worry if It pretendsIt's what you getYou just need toyouI hear the sound of feeling at homeI'm forced to forget that where I'm goingCause I am going aloneI hear the sound of feeling at homeI'm forced to forget that where I'm goingCause I'm going aloneI'm going aloneWe're going alone