No Matter What You Say

Foot on the ground

Sky falling down

Stifle the sound

Volume unbound



Scent of my cell

Toll of the bell

It's not a crisis

So much to tell



Turn it around

The seed in the ground

Vowel or a noun

Addicted to sound



Battle of will

It's only a drill

I don't have to save myself

For the books on the shelf



No matter what you say

No matter what you say

No matter what you say

No matter what you say

With a foot on the ground

I can turn it around

Warming up to the sound

And I'm not coming down

[x2]



A temper not to tame

A finish left unframed

Wood that's stripped of stain

Leveling the plain



Don't want them to know

Choke the weeds that grow

Catcher in the throe

The scent will stop the flow



No matter what you say

No matter what you say

No matter what you say

No matter what you say

With a foot on the ground

I can turn it around

Warming up to the sound

And I'm not coming down

[x2]