Word on the street is you're off of your feet, walking margin lines
Working a crowd while you're thinking aloud
Often we find you're fine

Sayings for the sake of it, silence is the shape of it
I can't go on talking if you don't feel like taking it
You, stop staring at you, baby
Fame is what you're chasing but you just go on wasting it
Sacrificing answers with satisfying space in them
You, stop staring at you, baby

Give it some time, it will be undefined
But what is on your mind?
Searching for signs in your sparkling wine, cagey, unkind
Well, fine

You can feel the weight of it, burning with the shame of it
I can't go on faking 'cause you don't feel like taking it
You, stop staring at you, baby
I am not afraid of it, but I don't have a say in it
I can't go on talking if you don't feel like taking it
You, stop staring at you, baby

Sayings for the sake of it, silence is the shape of it
I can't go on talking if you don't feel like taking it
You, stop staring at you, baby
I am not afraid of it, but I don't have a say in it
I can't go on talking if you don't feel like taking it
You, stop staring at you, baby