The Language of Coincidence

I'm watching how I speak

I don't want them noticing me

I'm from the outside

I don't want them to see my disguise

When the metro car fills up with eyes

Luckily, I breathe

Between the words I speak

And long live the lie

That the spoken word casts us a permanent light

If it won't sell me out

I'll say whatever I want

And if it won't sell me out, well, I'll say

And if it won't sell me out

I'll say whatever I want

And I'll go on and on

Till I can understand what I want

What a sweet relief

You invited me to stare down a drink

Let's close both our eyes

Now picture what I'm saying, there's a world in your eyes

I'm not sure what I'm saying

Am I pronouncing it right?

Coincidences speak

If you listen close and ask what they mean

And long live my lie

That my spoken word casts me a permanent light

And if it won't sell me out

I'll say whatever I want

And if it won't sell me out, well, I'll say

And if it won't sell me out

I'll say whatever I want

And I'll go on and on

Till I can understand what I want