Lights flicker as the people upstairs jump around.
Cascade of stucco is raining down on me.
Loud thumping from a couple of pairs of gym shoes,

Stereo bursting with a crazy beat

And I don't know what I'm gonna do.

And I don't know what I'm gonna say.

Because I don't want you over my head.

I'd rather live without you instead.
I can't think straight, I'm going brain dead.
So would you please, please, please, please -

go to bed!?
Go to bed.


Wild parties seem to be in full swing all the time.
Laughter erupting - coming from the skies.
And I'm searching, just to find a little bit of solitude -

Sound interrupting me every time I try.