| Last night I dreamed, half asleep
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| Was dancing to, a disco beat
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| Girls and boys, laughing loud
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| It was a full and sweaty house
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| There was shouting and spilling of drinks
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| And the loneliest kind of fog
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| We were sinking obliviously
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| And I heard myself scream
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| «Hold on, don’t drown me out»
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| Swallowed by the crowd
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| Choking on the sound
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| Frightened by the noise
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| Don’t drown me out
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| Washed up in the sea
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| Of social make believe
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| I’ve been watered down
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| Don’t drown me out
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| Don’t drown me out
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| None could hear, the words I said
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| I had a fear, that I was dead
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| Shrieking loud amidst it all
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| There I was invisible
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| Then came a roar in the Cathouse Inn
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| And I waved my white flag for help
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| Who could save me, I just blended in
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| Maybe I should only blame myself
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| Don’t drown me out
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| Swallowed by the crowd
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| Choking on the sound
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| Frightened by the noise
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| Don’t drown me out
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| Washed up in the sea
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| Of social make believe
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| I’ve been watered down
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| Don’t drown me out
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| Don’t drown me out
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| Don’t drown me out
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| Don’t drown me out
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| So, criticize me if you don’t understand
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| Why I’m a Jesus, breathing, praying, show and tell
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| All I’m left with is the haunting dream
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| Of an endless silent movie yell, «Don't drown me out» |