The Ground Walks, with Time in a Box

Open up a window, all the air, oh, the air is fallin' out

Eyes vacuum up light, sound gets trapped by the mouth

We'll deal with the remainder when the dents

The dents get hammered out

Then we'll travel through time

The world's an inventor with its work crawlin', runnin', squirmin' round

Tree dropped colorful fruits directly into our mouths

The world's an inventor, we're the dirtiest thing it's thought about

And we really don't mind

We'll probably never get there

Bring your sight seers, school teachers down

It's a watercolor weekend, all the trees are turnin' colors now

We'll probably never get there

Bring your candy taster, time wasters around

And we'll fuck with their minds

The world composes with his shirttails wrinkled, hangin' out

Bang us together, see what sort of sounds we make right now

The world plays music, playin' 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 pull things out

We greased all the ropes

We'll throw you a line

We're gonna break these boulders

We're gonna travel time

We're gonna throw a party, all the ghosts of trees are comin' out

Don't move any direction, wait until the light's inside of the cloud

You're gonna wanna see this, don't bring your camera around

Watch sun and stardust align

We greased all the ropes

We'll throw you a line

We're gonna break these boulders

We're gonna pull things out

We greased all the ropes

We'll throw you a line

We're gonna break these boulders

We're gonna travel time

Roll down the window, all the air, all the air is falling out

Eyes vacuum up light, sound gets trapped by the mouth

Our predecessor left this box and somethin's clawing around

I think it really wants out