Из альбома: In Defense of the Genre
The girl could move, and she did
We were captives on a casino ship
Where the midwest lay out hours and burnt to crisp
I spent a year as her hair lip,
but now I fall apart at night and dream about our trip
But the first two weeks were great,
I felt content to watch the Entertainment Channel fornicate
With flashes of you maturing into stage,
flawless masterpieces built of dreams I swore were memories
And I dream, I dream, I dream
I stole the ocean and filled up the sky
Put out the sun on the day that we died,
The former, the latter, and all in between,
They were vanquished by looking a fiend
Do you remember me, do you remember me?
The one that you loved when he set you free
Do you remember me, do you remember me?
The one with who you fell beneath the sea
Yeah, we killed, we killed it all night
All night
Yeah, we killed, we killed it all night
All night
Yeah, we killed it, we killed it all night
All night
Yeah, we killed it, we killed it all night
All night
Yeah, we killed it, we killed it all night