Am I supposed to talk or hold my tongue
Like the night is blue and the summer's young?
How will I survive the way I'm dressed
And every man watching out for himself?
The air gets thin
Every minute's gone
Like the night is blue
And the summer's young
How can I decide to heed your call
When I can't you speak at all?
I can't hear anything at all
I can't hear anything at all
I can't hear anything at all
