Original lyrics

EN

Listen to the sound bites of your neighbors Through the paper thin walls Making variations on their stories Told with southern drawls Look into the dustbin Pick through rubbish Finding clues to bare Ponder their discussion Noshed oh muffins Torn up papers spared If you value your own skin Stop yourself from listening in Lovelorn letters Tarred and feathered We are on display Private lives Have all been scattered Mysteries gone away Following traces for disgraces You have crossed the line Walking in shadows searching Secret places it's a sign You've got ears but so have I Listen close as you walk by Sticking your ears Into affairs of others has a price The stakes are higher than you think It's time to roll the dice Won't be so lucky this time around You'll disappear not a trace to be found