Earthquake Weather

Space ships can't tame the jungle

And I feel like I'm giving in

We've been drivin' 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

And 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 howling to themselves

Days are changing with the weather

Like a rip tide could rip us away

I push, I pull, the days go slow

Into a void we filled with death

And noise that laughs, falls off their 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

And noise that laughs, falls off their maps

All cured of pain and doubts in your little brain