Microphones Something Verse 2
Oh it's pulling out in tide tows
and rising back in misty wave throws
forever churning up it's boiling strength
and with the faster that the car flies
stick your head out of the window
and feel it beating hard and sweet into your face
and in a moment when the time slows
the air gets so wide and thick
and fuels a force that blows a whole right through the
chest.
OH, THE BLOW!
