作词 : Adams, Beck, Dust Brothers ...
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 thier 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 their maps

All cured of pain

And doubts in your
Little brain
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