The Microphones
Feedback Love
Something's in my head
When will I ever let it out?
That song is something we all love
It's born when we sing and shout
We all sing songs of feedback
Whenever we're in love
We all have voices for speakers
But feedback just floats in the air
It's fast and it flies everywhere

The microphone loves the speaker
They never get to meet
Singing their songs of feedback
Nothing has ever been so sweet