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The Ground Walks, With Time In A Box
Lyrics:

Open up a window
All the air, oh the air is falling out
Eyes vacuum up light
Sound gets trapped by the mouth
We'll do the remainder
When the dents, the dents get hammered out
Then we'll travel through time

The world is an inventor
With its work crawling under squirming round
Trees drop colorful fruits
directly into our mouths
The world is an inventor
We're the dirtiest thing its thought about
And we really don't mind

We'll probably never get there
Bring your sightseers, school teachers down
It's a watercolor weekend
All the trees are turning colors now
We'll probably never get there
Bring your candy tasted time wasters around
And we'll fuck with their minds

The world composes
With its shirt tails wrinkled hanging out
Bang us together
See what sort of sounds we make right now
The world plays music
Playing skin on teeth inside of the mouth
What sort of sounds, what lovely sounds come about

We greased all the ropes,
we'll throw you a line
We're gonna break these boulders,
we're gonna travel through time

We greased all the ropes,
we'll throw you a line
We're gonna break these boulders,
we're gonna travel through time

We're gonna throw a party
All the ghosts of trees are coming out
Don't move in either direction
Wait until the lights inside of the clouds
You're gonna wanna see this
Don't bring your camera around
Watch sun and sawdust align

We greased all the ropes,
we'll throw you a line
We're gonna break these boulders,
we're gonna travel through time

We greased all the ropes,
we'll throw you a line
We're gonna break these boulders,
we're gonna travel through time

Closed up the window
All the air, all the air is falling out
Eyes vacuumed up light
Sound gets trapped by the mouth
Our predecessor's left this box
And something's clawing around
I think it really wants out

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