In Stages, In Stitches

I've got a secret to tell I hope you're listening Hope you bleed from the ears when the air pulses How do you think sound is made If you don't use it you lose it I know how sound is made It's when you're moving too fast You said it yourself You said it yourself Overheat your battery You lost track of what you are Circa 2000 and you're living You're living When you reach the sand Hope you know it's burning Hope you know it's burning Hot sun and body heat never did you any good So when you fall I've got it Lost track of what you are It's just part of what you get It's hardly consequence