Ryan Adams — Nobody Listens to Silence

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Nobody listens to silence like your girl
Whitening the margins, mouthing the words
Letters flying fast, turning into words
Sweeping the floor, making room

Pulling up the carpet, staples and all
Newspapers underneath and over
Shards of broken glass
Punched into the corner with your foot
Just in case your girl got up

Decided to dance, gave you a moment to collect yourself
Took your hand in a wink, with the second guess you lose
The spot in your long line of losses
Oh, no second chance

You dream your sweaty brow into the pocket
Enter the pit, comes something with no bottom under it
While she fucks him like a fucking machine
Greased to the bolts ’til the bolts come up and her dress goes slam
Torn from her leg to the seam
From the seam to her leg, listenin to her say it’s name and beg

Nobody listens to silence like your girl (sha-la-la-la-la)
Nobody listens to silence like your girl (sha-la-la-la-la)

With your ear to the door and eye to the keyhole
And into the floor smashed like a train on the side of a bridge
Suitcase burning, orange lines over the underpass
People on telephones, people who answerin’

Hair dye smudged on the sides of the tub
Bet of the years on the crest of her forehead
Your mother used to kiss and you got to school, you’re broken up
Your signal went static, your killer confessed
And your soda went flat, your arm went numb
You smoked until your voice went all stinking and roamin’
And bugs in the kitchen, so fucked between the lines
Looking for the highlights, she loves him like her man
Smoking cigarettes with him on the edge of the bed

Nobody listens to silence like your girl (sha-la-la-la-la)
Nobody listens to silence like your girl (sha-la-la-la-la)
Nobody listens to silence like your girl (sha-la-la-la-la)
Nobody listens to silence like your girl (sha-la-la-la-la)
No body listens to silence