[Verse 1] [Male Vocals, Country Accent, Melancholic, Conversational] I sat in the kitchen at four in the morning Staring right into the cup Trying to remember the sound of a morning When the joke was enough to lift you up Was it back when the room was packed with the dreamers? Or the summer we thought we were bold? Now the laughter's a ghost in the corner, it seems, And the coffee is bitter and cold. [Chorus] [Hyper-Emotional Vocals, Rising Intensity, Art Rock, Post-Punk] When did you laugh? When was the last time it hurt in your ribs? Till the tears started falling like rain? When did the punchlines turn into riddles? And the giggles get heavy with pain? Oh, when did you laugh? [Banjo Strum, Harmonica Wail] [Verse 2] [Art Rock Groove, Driving Post-Punk Bassline, Melancholic] The faces around are polite and familiar, We trade little smiles on the street. But the fire is out in the belly, old friend, And the rhythm's gone flat in our feet. Is it the company? Gone with the wind now. Is it the humor? It’s dried on the vine. Or maybe the mirror just showed you a stranger Who traded his youth for a sign. [Chorus] [Hyper-Emotional Vocals, Full Band Explosion] When did you laugh? When was the last time it hurt in your ribs? Till the tears started falling like rain? When did the punchlines turn into riddles? And the giggles get heavy with pain? Oh, when did you laugh? [Bridge] [Explosive Drum Solo, Heavy Cymbals, Fast Banjo and Wailing Harmonica, Post-Punk Tension] [Instrumental Break] [Drums Thundering, Cymbals Crashing, Banjo Driving Hard, Harmonica Cutting Through] [Outro] [Fading Art Rock Guitars, Spoken-Word Delivery, Melancholic] Just once... Just till it aches. Before the silence takes... The rest of us. [Harmonica Fade Out] [Banjo Pluck] [End]
