Earthquake Weather

Space ships can't tame the jungle

And I feel like I'm giving in

We've been driving 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 and 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 and 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 and laughs falls off their maps

All cured of pain and doubts

In your little brain