The sun's a strange light
Nothing grows right anymore
Scars on every stalk
Whose mouth should I use to talk?
The force that marks the routine
Temperature whatever defrees
Create the bad thing
And lay our heads in it
Now it;s hard to punch the clock
On a stie where production's stopped
I'm just a warehouse filled sith junk
Some somethings for some someones
Tasking time with tracking eye
Tectonic shifts one nerve at a time
I lay my head in it
A hundred plans to fortify
Beige concrete gous on for miles
Hiding cities under it
Fill my mouth with with non-mouth spit
There was a light at the window
There was a light under the door
But it's not there anymore
(Come on over get your shoes on put your feet on baby come on over)
