When your radar tower's on the ground And the dots on the screen have no meaning at all Try to guide myself by sight and sound But my location seems wrong So show me a place where something's right Black smoke beating from miles of steel Like cast iron ornaments upon the hillside Like casks of solid oak, the whiskey starts to age So take another drink my friend Like a satellite waiting for the judgment day Take another drink like a satellite And hold it in waiting for the judgment day When you walk along a desert shore 'Til the soles of your feet are not there anymore Would you drop yourself down a ways For the savior to come And steal your minds away Black smoke was beating from miles of steel Dotting the hillsides of the miracle mile Looking up into the sky Points of light that go rushing by We're just sitting on our hands Like a satellite waiting for the judgment day Waiting for the judgment day Flat on our backs, holding it in We're just waiting for you And waiting for the judgment day Flat on our backs, holding it in We're just waiting for you And waiting for the judgment day Hey, the jokes on us Rogue dreams reduced to snuff Lots of talking on the left speaker than the right Sid down © BUMPS OF GOOSE; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com