Strobing Lights

But you know, if you talk all the time You will never hear what anybody else has to say And therefore all you'll have to talk about is your own conversation Baby, do I look pretty? I'm going out tonight She told me, don't you worry, don't worry 'bout other guys That ain't no making sense, no That ain't no making sense, that ain't no making sense She loves the strobing light I think she really mean it? That ain't no making sense, no That ain't no making sense, that ain't no making sense The same is true for people who think all the time That means, whеn I use the word "think", talking to yourself Subvocal convеrsationan The constant, uh, chit-chat of symbols Images, and talk, and words inside your skull Now, if you do that all the time You'll find that you've nothing to think about except thinking