The Sound of Yourself

Will you ever get used To the sound of yourself When it’s enough to make you fall in love With the sound Of anything else When it’s coming over clear on the crystal Or from the bottom of a distant well Oh do you ever get used to the sound The sound of yourself? I pitch it down so I sound like a monster Imagine what you hear when I talk in my sleep Grey light and the air in the morning Sleeping like the dead Like you never heard a peep When it’s coming over clear on the crystal Or from the bottom of a distant well How do you ever get used to the sound The sound of yourself? Now you can bury it deep in leaves Or put it high up on a shelf But do you ever get used to the sound The sound of yourself? Do you ever get used to the sound? Do you ever get used to the sound?