If you stop you'll hear the sound
Of people dying on TV
And disillusioned close your eyes
But you're not surprised
And there's some vague kind of guilt
In not knowing what it's about
If you stop you'll hear the sound
But it's easily tuned out
How long have I felt nothing?
How long have I felt nothing?
How long have I felt nothing?
Oh Lord, let me feel something again
There are things you can't forget:
The smell of cigarettes and piss
When you're walking down the street
In that summer heat
Three dollar coffee in my hand
And I'm feeling kind of bored
There are things you can't forget
But you learn to ignore
How long have I felt nothing?
How long have I felt nothing?
How long have I felt nothing?
Oh Lord, let me feel something again
I swear that songs used to come easier
Now I feel lucky if I find a couple chords
And a handful of words that fit together well
I guess I never was to young at heart
But now I wonder if I grew up too fast
How long have I felt nothing?
How long have I felt nothing?
How long have I felt nothing?
Oh Lord, let me feel something again
How long have I felt nothing?
How long have I felt nothing?
How long have I felt nothing?
Oh Lord, let me feel something again
Let me feel something again
Let me feel something again...