take away your trips from you and I could take away the salt from your eyes and take away the spitting salt in you and I could give you my apologies by
Just the other night Body twisted and unfound You know it's there lying They are too dead but the body don't mind Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh
You said you hate the sound Of the busses on the ground You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town Said pretend it's whales Keeping
When you're on your own Spread out on the mat Dead The highway's endless drone Something familiar And how we love the seasons that hide in our stomachs
I'm not in love with the modern world I'm not in love with the modern world I was a torch driving the savages back to the trees Modern world has more