Before I spoke in riddles, I was worried someone would hear me
Now I know that no one really listens so I will just speak clearly
I don't have private thoughts, just a lyrical worksheet
For mangling my observations on the meter and the beat
And in the process of it, on every line
Sooner or later I'll have to change the meaning to fit the rhyme

But back in the skylight all of the stars
Turn into sound and then they shout down at me
Though they are far away, they shout so loudly
I think I may know what they're saying to me

It's on the tip of my ear; it's almost palpable!
I have to listen closely and get my mind around it!
And when I understand it I'll just transcribe it
This time when I write it down I'll do it faithfully
I won't try to rhyme it
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Thee More Shallows – Freshman Thesis Lyrics