This Is The Sound (original song - by Simon Reed)

Post cold voice is almost there. I quite like it. I hope you three do as well.

Your body will let you know
When it is time to go
When it is time to stay
And if you've earned the right to play

Every one knows the score
It’s written on every door
Winnning is not an option
We all end up on the floor

I’ll take extended leave
Wipe my nose on my sleeve
And I’ll never change these clothes
I’m happy now, sweet heaven knows

That I have worked so hard
I went full retard
But then I found out that was wrong
To even put it in a song

Don’t push me around
I’ll stand my ground
This is the sound

Killing some stupid time
Getting’ this shit to rhyme
Wondering will it ever grace
Somewhere that’s not this place

Fear discovery
Scary for little me
Everything looks so new today
Designed to throw away

I’ll take extended leave
Wipe my nose on my sleeve
And I’ll never change these clothes
I’m happy now, sweet heaven knows

That I have worked so hard
I went full retard
But then I found out that was wrong
To even put it in a song

Don’t push me around
I’ll stand my ground
This is the sound

Trying to work it out
Waiting for thee next bout
Sorry but there is room
For all this meaningless to bloom

Deers are in New York
Singapore spicy pork
Saying will soon be Christmas
Maybe best if you don’t talk

I’ll take extended leave
Wipe my nose on my sleeve
And I’ll never change these clothes
I’m happy now, sweet heaven knows

That I have worked so hard
I went full retard
But then I found out that was wrong
To even put it in a song

Don’t push me around
I’ll stand my ground
This is the sound