Hiding On The Staircase

It's the sound of revolution in the bedroom

But we know there's nothing doing

Because we're hiding on the staircase

It's the sound of them standing in the kitchen

And she says, "Yeah it's been bitching," and

He says "Yeah you're a bitch yeah!"

It's the sound of your floating inhibition when you're standing in the kitchen

And you know there's something missing

It's the sound of an emotional adventure and she said it was forever and he said it was forever and we said

"It's the sound of confusianity, confusianity, a-ha,

It's the sound of confusianity, confusianity, a-ha."

It's the sound of revolution in the bedroom

But we know there's nothing doing

Because we're hiding on the staircase

It's the sound of them cursing their existence Jungle drums beat in the bathroom

Separation's in the distance

It's the sound of you scoping next to me

And as they tear themselves apart you say it's better than TV and I say

"It's the sound of confusianity, confusianity, a-ha,

It's the sound of confusianity, confusianity, a-ha."

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, YEAH, yeah

Confusianity, confusanity, a-ha