Sunken Treasure

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

Rumoured 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 would try to fold it over

If I had a boat

You know I'd probably roll over



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



For all the leaves will burn

And autumn fires never return

For all the fires we burn

All will return



Music is my saviour

And I was maimed by rock and roll

I was maimed by rock and roll

I was tamed by rock and roll

Got my name from rock and roll