Soundonsound Songtext
von Bob Mould

She′s sailing among the diamonds
He's picking up trash out on the road
Somebody′s been tracing straight lines
Across the flattened globe

She's trying to cash in gravel
He's leaving his self-respect at home
Nobody can split the hairs as finely as the fool

He′s pulling the weeds up slowly
She′s picking the pennies from her vest
They're stuck in their own dimension
And cashing in change for something less
Nobody in there′s not home

Somebody has friends by the door
They're fucking around with each other
Something has to give

He says there′s no room for the both of them
She says she might like to stick around
He says he's not planning on leaving
She says she′s addicted to the sound


Unsound, unsound
She likes the hills
People that will lay in the ground
Calm down
She's raised to have a crown

Whether or not we're together
It′ll all work out fine
We weather the storm together
And we′ll be fine

He says there's no room for the both of them
She says she might like to stick around
He says he′s not planning on leaving
She says she's addicted to the sound

Unsound, unsound
She likes the hills
People that will lay in the ground
Calm down
She′s raised to have a crown

He says there's no room for the both of them
He hits the steel
The people′s never reached the moon
She says she might like to stick around


The bridges have been burned
Her knees are sunk into the sand
He says he's not planning on leaving
The frame's a picture
Leave with you a little bit of ground

She says she′s addicted to
You′re so great today