Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ground Walks, With Time In A Box, artist - Modest Mouse. Date of issue: 12.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Ground Walks, With Time In A Box |
| Open up a window |
| All the air, oh, the air is falling 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 crawling, running, squirming 'round |
| Trees drop 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 turning 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, hanging out |
| Bang us together |
| See what sort of sounds we make right now |
| The world plays music |
| Playing 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 coming out |
| Don’t move in 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 sawdust 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 |
| Close up a 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 something’s clawing around |
| I think it really wants out |