Sound Of Fear

sun comes up on the old neighbourhood
spray painted bricks and dead firewood
well I dont know where im gonna be next
I dont care where im gonna be...

next time if you think of it
you might remember me as
the one who let you down
but never made another sound of fear

some people like to call me chuck
it's charles and you are shit outta luck
if you think you know what happens next
you think you know what happens...

next time if you think of it
you might remember me as
the one who let you down but
never made another sound of fear

sun goes down on the old neighbourhood
dark, damp the stop where i once stood
I dont know where the bus stops next
and I dont care where the bus stops...

next time if you think of it
you might remember me as
the one who let you down
but never made another sound of fear
sound of fear, i cant hear, the sound of fear