[Verse] No, yeah but no, I don't want to know What 's in your house, in your hand, in your head We don't know how to make nice Our talks are always tough We don't know how To be honest and still be polite [The beat tightens into a crisp, dry snare] The air in here is thick with things unsaid A cloud of lead Weighting the bed You’re counting silence like it's a death threat while I just watch the door Recalling the same steps we’ve walked before [Bridge] No, yeah but no... Salt on the tongue, A debt that we owe windows shut, Let the dust grow I’d rather be hollow than actually know [Chorus / Refrain] Because we don't know how to make nice Just grit in the gears and a roll of the dice How to be honest To be real To just... yield. How to make nice Just grit in the gears and a roll of the dice How to be honest To be real To just... yield. To just... yield. To be real To just... yield. To just... yield. [Verse] No, yeah but no, I don't want to know What 's in your house, in your hand, in your head We don't know how to make nice Our talks are always tough We don't know how To be honest and still be polite [Chorus / Refrain] Because we don't know how to make nice Just grit in the gears and a roll of the dice How to be honest To be real To just... yield. How to make nice Just grit in the gears and a roll of the dice How to be honest To be real To just... yield. To just... yield. To be real To just... yield. To just... yield. [Outro] [The snare begins to echo, getting wetter and more distant] Just... yield. (No, yeah but no...) We’re just counting the silence now. (No, yeah...) Don't want to know. Keep the windows shut. Let it grow.[The beat drops out, leaving only a low, humming bass note that fades to nothing]
