timbuktu

Lyrics

pack up with what's worthy, lock it up in the car, don't be surprised if i drive too far, speak now and we're followed while the weakest react, the nose on the siren is right on our tracks, a pair of tripods eyes through streets of mercury, not as common as leisure days, not as modern as much too late, i sailed through the catapults between april and may, he quoted his price & that's what he'll pay, he spread thick like a heathen, the clouds buried the chalk, while the sut on our throat, till our engine stops, pearls & oysters every each turn, grow the lilac near the grubworm, push the button closest to him, give me glue so i can stick to plan, push the button closest to him, but instead, sail the desert