this is where we look for things
11.15.02 - 9:00
"there's rows and rows of houses
with windows painted blue
with the light from the tv running parallel to you
but there is no sunken treasure, rumored to be
wrapped inside my ribs in a sea black with ink.
i am so out of tune with you
i am so out of tune with you
if i had a mountain, i'd try to fold it over
if i had a boat, you know i'd probably roll over
and i'd leave it on the shore, i'd leave it for somebody
surely there's somebody who needs it more than me.
i am so out of tune with you
i am so out of tune with you
all the leaves will burn and autumn fires then return
all the fires we burn, all will return
music is my savior, and i was maimed by rock and roll
i was maimed by rock and roll
i was tamed by rock and roll
i got my name from rock and roll."
