Lyrics:
Are you really the type to take a ride
She a baddie and she wanna come inside
I'm the two door we speed off tonight
Co pilot u right by my side
Every sailor's son
Is taught when they are young
That the pull of the moon lingers on
Something we can't escape
From Bimini 'round the cape
Mix
instigation
I won't take your blame
I won't deal with this dispute
I won't play your game
2. Last Two
If these are truly the end times
We're heading out
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
life gotta thank the pilot
No more rainy nights we fly high can't hear no siren
Lost kid tryna figure out what life is
I got big dreams tryna make it out
military officials are
Calling a "hot zone"
As you can see and hear
I'm right in the middle of the battlefield
Our Pentagon regulations asked us
That we
man
We were drawn to different lives
We didn’t stand a chance
Over before it began
You know where you were meant to be
You long for a little cottage by
leading me on
I just keep going in circles
We just keep running uphill and it feels like a circus
I feel like there's something under the blinds
The way
On ascent towards and beyond the Moon
The venture ahead is stimulating
While locked in tide, we are never without our own mirrored image
An outlet
don't grow on dead things littering the ground
Walking on the London ruins makes an awful sound
Such a hollow sound
When all are gone
How will we carry
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
the devil so I'm watching where I sit
Pilot taking off can't move my wrists are slit
Its flight six six six
Pushing bricks
Feelings mixed how you feel I'll
the dissonance
Til it realigns
Create the medicine
That turns the tide
Put together
What was severed
In a world gone blind
Can we find the resonance
The pulse
pretend that we're dealin'
If it's weakened, don't come by
I'll dim my headlights
Hey, see you yesterday
Never said my piece, wanna feel communication
a rainbow of love
We still are fighting with prejudice gloves
Of anger
With something to claim
But nothing to gain so
Why can't we be color blind
You
with fears in our eyes
beleave the tears are stopped by wise
Sorry I can’t live with the tide.
Sorry I use to be so wild.
Wise man knows
How not
the blind lead the blind
But at what fucking cost
All systems are restrictive of our natural existence
I insist it's just an instance of a cycle we abhor
tides
Crush us with the waves we ride - storm ain't gonna turn no blind eye
So before we jump ship and write humanity's eulogy
Let's at least try
the Isleys
My peace comes from pieces inside me
My dreams are my pilots
They seem to give guidance when things get to screaming inside me
I'd Jump from the top
till our hearts are blind
Till the after light is all that shines
It's all right
Red stars in these sordid bars
Got a dozen glazed eyes on mine
We plot
always argue 'bout the little things
I don't know if we'll be forever but I hope that we are
Girl, can we forgive each other for the little things
Don't
all my blinds are closed
Walking while my eyes are closed
Dreaming while I'm wide awake
Praying out to goodness sake
I might talk to god today
Doesn't
God is not always that silent
And man is not always that blind
As the slow tread of the centuries turn,
Flattened by the burden of time
We've plundered
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