Armchair Martian Communion
i finally got a working sense this time
it's been your fear for years, it's been a crime
and i hide out half the year blocked by the sun
it's alright, we're not hurting anyone
that's fine, we're not hurting anyone
even timing mostly makes it
fine enough i suppose
and we breathe in, cause you never try and run
hiding out is all you've ever done
hiding out just four stops from the sun
and you wonder why we'd ever wanna go
it's alright, we're not hurting anyone
that's fine, we're not hurting anyone
even timing mostly makes it
fine enough i suppose you know it all
fine enough i suppose
on and on like anabuse, what i mean it feels like self-abuse
on and on like anabuse, what i mean it feels like self-abuse
on and on like anabuse, on and on and on...
it's alright, we're not hurting anyone
that's fine, we're not hurting anyone
on and on like an abuse, on and on like an abuse
but we're all martians now
