Spaceships can't tame the jungle And I feel like I'm giving in We've been driving through a desert Looking for a life to call our own
I push, I pull The days go slow Into a void We filled with death A noise that laughs Falls off their maps All cured of pain And doubts in your Little brain
Something's coming, sky is purple Dogs are hounding to themselves Days are changing with the weather Like a riptide come rip us away
I push, I pull The days go slow Into a void We filled with death A noise that laughs Falls off their maps All cured of pain And doubts in your Little brain
I push, I pull The days go slow Into a void We filled with death A noise that laughs Falls off thier maps All cured of pain And doubts in your
Compositores: Beck David Hansen (AMRA), Daniel Webster (ASCAP), John Robert King (ASCAP), Mark F Hicks (BMI), Mark L Adams (Adam Eve) (BMI), Michael S Simpson (ASCAP), Stephen Washington (George Washingmachine) (APRA)Editores: Cotillion-music Inc (BMI), Dust Brothers Music (ASCAP), Kobalt Music Pub Ltd (ABRAMUS), Plastic Kosmos Music (ASCAP), Universal Polygram International Publishing I (ASCAP)Publicado em 2005ECAD verificado obra #1556386 e fonograma #1931735 em 26/Abr/2024