Testo Left To Our Own Devices

feels like on the road i'm laughing
about everything thats happening
i bet you can't guess where i'm from

whiner, he's stealing my tongue
well thank god i'm still young
a stow-away I'm jumping ship
and earning my keep
left alone reaching for
could it be your face in the dark
staring straight through solid walls
midnight marathon's dream applause
in the village is nothing but graves

sorry hands shaping stone tools
conquering left and right, our bodies
caught between leaves and all sorts of debris
they said were the buildings they couldn't decide

well so what if my shoes are broken in
and my old lungs stop breathing in
still my keen eyes keep on seeing what is going on I'm a sailor singing ocean songs
Reading lines by candle light

We go our separate ways
stomping old photographs
in the grass so I can make
our old days what I say

captains killing time feeling parallel lines
stalking silhouettes two or three abreast
The sweetest talking man never stood a chance
sail around the world sitting on your hands

house hides car
ant eats house
boy burns ant
car kills boy