All I Hear Is Noise

Cars hum beneath the sky I sleep in
And bees buzz by the sound of the cleaner,
Whirring in the basement,
Like a music replacement
And all I hear is noise.

TVs torment the ghosts in the floorboards
And voices speak ill of the dead,
Sighing as they fall,
Like a wish in a wishing well
Well, all I hear is noise.

Cars burn beneath the cry of the gunfire
Shooting battleships in storms
Wait until the bell rings,
Sounding till the singing lady sings:
All I hear is noise.