Strangelight

the sun's a strange light 
nothing grows right anymore 
scars on every stalk 
whose mouth should i use to talk? 
the force that marks the routine 
temperature whatever degrees 
create the bad thing 
and lay our heads in it now 

it's hard to punch the clock 
on the site where production stopped 
i'm just a warehouse filled with junk 
some somethings for some someones 
tacking time with tracking eye tectonic shifts one nerve at a time
i lay my head in it 

a hundred plans to fortify 
beige concrete foes on for miles 
hiding cities under it 
fill my mouth with with non-mouth spit 
there was a light at the window 
there was light under the door 
but it's not there anymore

come on over x2

get your shoes on 
put your feet on baby 

come on over

get your shoes on 
put your feet on baby