Had she imagined, the sound of her voice?
Had she imagined, this notion of noise
And its wasn't at all, like what she had drawn
Like what she imagined
Flick of a light switch, keep turning on and off,
Everybody laughing at the rain on the roof,
So much to hear, so much to hear,
ah take your sweet time
Take your sweet time, (X3)
When they switched your ears on, to the days of the week
You could not stop crying, for the days of the week
By Wednesday afternoon, we were all there with you,
These tears are catching
What's it like to hear music for the very first time
And I need you more than want you, for the very first time,
When you haven't heard at all, till your forty years old,
Ah take your sweet time.