所属专辑:The Wild
时长: 02:58
I've no skill with a brush[00:00:09]
But maybe words can conjour a scene[00:00:12]
There were clouds made of white[00:00:17]
Overtop of a grass made of green[00:00:20]
And the wide of the sky[00:00:26]
Dragged a weight across my eyes[00:00:28]
Blurred the edges[00:00:31]
Poked holes in the screen[00:00:32]
And the white and the green dissolved[00:00:35]
In a sort of a dream:[00:00:40]
There were millions of cars[00:01:10]
Stalled out in the rain[00:01:14]
Faces blank and they cannot explain[00:01:16]
What they're doing[00:01:28]
And where they're going in the night[00:01:30]
Now they're on the tv[00:01:57]
Calling on your phone[00:02:00]
Lock the kids up[00:02:05]
Won't leave you alone[00:02:08]
Till the heartwood's rotted through[00:02:14]
There were millions of cars[00:02:22]
Stalled out in the rain[00:02:25]
Where they're going they cannot explain[00:02:28]
Staring out in the great black hole of the night[00:02:32]
And a millions of motors screamed out to be quiet[00:02:41]