Machines Lyrics

When machines hum your dreams

A plastic scene from in the magazines

I was never good at walking blindfolded

Whiskey themes, my tongue it wreaks

But blinded by the bottle and blinded by screams

Are two different things?

When lines cross on corners

From red to green the lights will bleed

When machines hum your dreams

I sift the sands of conflict, to hear the birds breathe

Two weeks and I’m calling a retreat

So don’t stone the sinner, stone the thief

In disbelief

She’ll cry for me, I’m weak

The souls of the sea watch and play make-believe

For a marine, a singing seed, to grow, to leave, to see

I’m not the same disease

Epidemics never last.