Texty: Portugal. The Man. Ruby Magic.

Someday we'll find a home,
someday we'll find a lonely lonely home
where we'll pass time where we'll bring change,
where we'll bring change
(i found the way out, but if i told you you'd be down)
Lips likely loose and pouring out film lines

A roaring flow abounds a warmth and joy that holds you
open and apart in steps that never move

So children come in
find a seat we made your room/you're sure to use
Ohhhhhhhh...
Hello. You missed the sparrows mark...
A breath of rockets shone like torches.
Boss we got a problem the people will not listen
their ears are full of cranks, bells, pully's, wheels, and bolts
Automated fiction with film on the eyes and the doctors claim
they'll never form, you'll never see again

lengths of snakes match each silent syllable
Hello. You missed the sparrows mark...
A breath of rockets shone like torches.
(I found the way out)

So children come in
find a seat we made your room/you're sure to use
Ohhhhhhhh...

A roaring flow abounds a warmth and joy that holds you
open and apart in steps that never move