Lyrics:
the time could you just come by and hang?
We'll put it all aside and marinate on some things
Deeper, I wanna go deeper
I'm getting tired of the surface
of the ocean, well the dead
Do rise
You need proof I got proof at the surface you can watch
'Em float by
Way in back of the room, there sits a cage
Inside
This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution
They claimed responsibility for the executions
Described as severely mentally
From the inside room when the front room greeting
Becomes your special book it was simple then
When the party lulls if we fall by the side
round the room
The echo of whomever spoke
The place I sought was far beneath, the surface of the sea
My sight was poor, but I was sure
The sirens
A terrible signal
Too weak to even recognize
A gentle collapsing
The removal of the insides
I'm touched by your pleas
I value these moments
A terrible signal
Too weak to even recognize
A gentle collapsing
The removal of the insides
I'm touched by your pleas
I value these moments
All by myself
I went to your house, but no one was there
I went in your room
I was all by myself
You and me had
Such wonderful times
When I'm
When lava pours out near the sea surface
Tremendous volcanic explosions sometimes occur
In time, sub-marine seamounts
Or islands, are formed
When
and wait
As the world just creeps on by
The white room, the white room
Ooohhaaa
Talk to me, talk to me
Far below, a small boat sails
Catching fish
races.
As many of you fans already know the route or track of the orbits, glides, etc.
has been increased by 5,000 million kilometers
thus enabling
Deep inside a crossroad, choose a path
Suffice to say, we're all divers and liars
No room for truth on the bottom
Only tales with with legs
We may
A terrible signal
Too weak to even recognize
A gentle collapsing
The removal of the insides
I'm touched by your pleas
I value these moments
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination, Bangor, Maine.
Old
marooned
And without her it might as well be the surface of the moon
From the well-swept streets of Jackson Heights to the dockside drudgery
Waiting for days to pass by
This could not get worse
Waiting and waiting and waiting with you
In my room
Candles and wine
You're out of your mind
Why
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old
fly by
The vibe's up on the fire escape
The steps I takes when I climb
Yo I gets higher than the size of a high rise
Why'all realize I be
You have the most appealing surface I have seen
Bring it over here, lay it down by me
Don't mean to make you nervous, I just mean
To make you see,
Just let yourself sink
Down beneath the surface
I pick apart every byte going bit by bit
But the gut it won't settle cause the sick won't sit
I attempt
Here is the room that we shared
The room that you cared for
So I haven't changed the room
How did the years slip away
I could swear you're
In a room as cold as Winter
I explored her with my hands
She said, “darling you must forgive, in order to understand”
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who might know of this
The notes we left
Our final thoughts
And we knew they'd get ours out
Sink
Sink
Drowned by our country
Old machine,
an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine
Old worn-out
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