I don’t have to hear it, if I don’t want to
I can drown this out, pull the curtains down on you
It’s a heavy world, it’s too much for me to care
If I close my eyes, it’s not there

With my headphones on, with my headphones on

We watch television but the sound is something else
Just a song played against the drama, so the hurt is never felt
I take in the war-fires, and I’m chilled by the current events
It’s so hopeless, but there’s a pop song in my

Headphones on, in my headphones on

At the Tube stop, you sit down across from me
I think I know you by the sad eyes that I see
I want to tell you everything will be okay
You wouldn’t hear it so we go our separate ways…

With our headphones on

Jars of Clay,  ”Headphones”