Eels & Oysters

On the crossroads, being expected to take action
Trying to feel all
I must do is to decide
I've tagged a road sign that was pointing your direction
Wrote you a song
The one you didn't really like
Ask me what I want, what dream, what tune, what colour
The giant cubes of words can't tell you what is mine
And I have tried all the words to say what just can be heard in no line
There's a noise that makes you cry for no real reason
Makes you feel like people read each other's minds
Boosts your heart rate, brings the sun in rainy season
Just like the first glimpse of you at age of nine
Trying to tape it, write it down and take a picture
Want to make it loud for anyone around
And I have tried all the tones to say what just can be heard in the sound
All the meanings everywhere
Don't call me liberal, I just don't care
Names and words and I can't see
They're like the dust falling down on me
Making noises
Living lives and reading bibles
Nothing's nothing so it's hard to make a choice
Why can't we just leave all of our songs untitled?
And I have tried all the words to say what just can be heard in the sound