what do you hear in these sounds

I dont go to therapy to find out if Im a freak
I go and I find the one and only answer every week
And its just me and all the memories to follow
Down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour
And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent
When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent
And shes so kind, I think she wants to tell me something,
But she knows that its much better if I get it for myself
And she says
Oooo Aaah
What do you hear in these sounds?
And Oooo Aaah
What do you hear in these sounds?

I say I hear a doubt, with the voice of true believing
And the promises to stay, and the footsteps that are leaving
And she says 'Oh,'
I say, 'What?' she says, 'Exactly,'
I say, 'What, you think Im angry
Does that mean you think Im angry?'
She says 'Look, you come here every week
With jigsaw pieces of your past
Its all on little soundbytes and voices out of photographs
And thats all yours, thats the guide, thats the map
So tell me, where does the arrow point to?
Who invented roses?'
And ah Oooo Aaah
What do you hear in these sounds?
And Oooo Aaah
What do you hear in these sounds?

And when I talk about therapy, I know what people think
That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink
But oh how I loved everybody else
When I finally got to talk so much about myself

And I wake up and I ask myself what state Im in
And I say well Im lucky, cause I am like East Berlin
I had this wall and what I knew of the free world
Was that I could see their fireworks
And I could hear their radio
And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing
And theyd know that I was scared
They would know that I was guessing
But the wall came down, and there they stood before me
With their stumbling and their mumbling
And their calling out just like me
And ah Oooo Aaah
The stories that nobody hears
And Iiii
Collect these sounds in my ears
And Oooo Aaah
Thats what I hear in these sounds
And Oooo Aaah
Thats what I hear in these
Thats what I hear in these
Sounds