Warm Machine

Bush

I memories the basics 
Making strange faces 
Tread slowly for I know 
There's a thousand miles to go 
Without blinking 
Gravitate spaceward find a home for the head from my basement 
No darkness ever left 
This is the night this is the sound 
Here comes the warm machine 
Such a warm machine 
Some days are playful 
Making play faces 
But we will not let it through 
The darkness and the sense 
Of being born to lose 
This is the life 
This is the ground 
Here comes the warm machine 
Such a war machine 
If we never know we can only feel 
I'll take the help I'll take a slice 
Warm alright now cause I feel alright 
I memories the basics 
This is the night this is the sound 
Here comes the warm machine