Those things clogging up your drain
That you let your soul run through
The things that cause you so much pain
The things I love about you

A chuckle comes from a mistake
A ripple in the endless lake
An audience half mumbling words
Hoping their ripples don't make waves, oh no

I see your face
I feel your waves
I don't know where
I can't place it
And I don't want to know