Sebadoh
Sacred Attention
With my head so low, the way I think could scrape the groundI will give them all control, I will crumble all aroundThere's no need to say a word as logic burns right trough my headI could almost laugh out loud, the way this silence leaves me deadFeel afraid to speak, and I feel afraid to smileAs I crave sacred attention, you could hit me all the whileAnd you might be the weaker one, and I may stand and stareBut I'll always know my place to keep this order safe, not sane
From Letras Mania