The breath of the morning I keep forgetting the smell of the warm summer air
I live in a town where you can't smell a thing
You watch your feet for cracks in the pavement
Up above aliens hover making home movies for the folks back home
Of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits
Drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets
They're all uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight
I wish that they'd swoop down in the country lane late at night when I'm driving
Take me onboard their beautiful ship show me the weird...
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