Rolling in the laundry Throw it around Making room for less and less Things are spiraling out Empty room the whole week But I still see you around Cutting you off from me Makes the most sense to me now No room for new ideas When you think with your mouth Echo in the walls It comes in waves Echo in the walls It comes in waves Rolling in the laundry It's piled up to our chins Should've dealt with it before We're tired of letting you in No room for new ideas When you think with your mouth Echo in the walls It comes in waves Echo in the walls It comes in waves