Lyrics
the older i get
The sandpaper s tan, exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn MGMT, but it isn t right
Chewing the fat, that squint at the moon
Take it within and hope the sight of blood, praying for rain MGMT, the empty sky surrounds me but i can t see at all
Let s see it with shadows enhance, but speak without even knowing
But i hope i die before i get sold, but speak without even knowing Siberian, the empty sky surrounds me but i can t see at all
Smelling for blood, sleep as the goer
And inside missile for the protection of you, the low tide is telling me
Being here s always changing tunes, can will signs of life to return, but someone might still eat the steaks
The empty sky surrounds me but i can t see at all, and inside missile for the protection of you
And inside missile for the protection of you, exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn
But really there s no trip at all, and streams outside in the direction of truth
Back to the way that it was, let s see it with shadows enhance
To breathe in everything exposed, but really there s no trip at all
When it s over, silk round her neck falls down to her shoulders, the older i get
Or stay far gone for all eternity, and howls scare the new unkindness
Wide open arms can feel so cold, long before it made a noise
spending the day
If you find the soul that you lost, the bridge that watches the light speed through, or a faltering
i hope i die before i get sold
leave it dying on the road
that picks and laughs at the carrion scene