[00:16.685]Know how the sprinklers trace great oaks
[00:22.944]Boned up again
[00:26.443]It's like a curse I hold
[00:32.710]Tracing the trim white lines
[00:37.946]To the sewers and drains
[00:42.693]To the rivers and lakes
[00:46.956]To evaporate and return as rain
[00:53.695]
[00:57.695]We barrelled a car across the state
[01:03.893]Wore out our tapes
[01:07.658]Halted on salted brakes (?)
[01:13.644]Between receding lights
[01:18.403]The wind clicked through the breeze
[01:22.913]The alternator's shot
[01:27.900]The dashboard lights shut off
[01:34.902]
[01:38.641]The car was dark
[01:40.900]We began to freeze
[01:46.651]We drummed our hands on our knees
[01:50.395]A tuneless tomb marked for home
[01:58.902]Came through rythm free
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