Songtext von Aisle (Or Window)

Mouth closed, I couldn't hear myself Take a moment for urgent matters You leave questions, but kept your voice down Always shooting for something louder You waited all month to speak up Face to face to make for lost time By design, well, can you hear yourself It's the pot calling the kettle You raise wages for raising eyebrows And expressions I'll never settle on Waiting all month to speak up Face to face, you wasted my time You're still answering defeat (Aisle or window seat) The more things change, the more always seems to forever stay the same