Tensionâ??s up like fists in a fight.
You shouldâ??ve called me.
It wouldâ??ve meant something.
This is my mind on your recorder; this is my soul that, that youâ??re hearing.
I used to have my own songs.

If I donâ??t mind, then this problem remains my own.
When thinkin outloud just makes you turn away.
Your silence is crushing.
All I want, Animal!

Damn, your friends were wrong.
With all of the things you know, with what little grace you show.
Just "send a list of instructions to the factory and upon its return weâ??ll embrace it...
Only if itâ??s gold, only if itâ??s gold"
Itâ??s sickening in stereo.

If I dont mind, then this probem remains my own.
When holding things down, just makes you turn away.
The silence is crushing.
All I want, Animal!