[ Featuring the Dream Surfers ]
It's all neon from the highway
Tin foil viewed up close
Sleep across the young pine needles
Invent a harried code
Fazing out of your trademark
With a flourishing isolation
How could it be so grainy
Under heavy coordination
It's turning rocks now
They can't see around my car
Gazing as if wondering
If the sun itself will char
You're arriving after nightfall
For reasons quite your own
I'll amend my mannerisms
And adjust my lilting tone
It's turning up rough now
They can't see if the shoulder's free
I ought to relent and I ought to show mercy
It's going to shit now
I can't hold my weight up high
I am dropping things
And I'm straining both my eyes
