Picking up the tires from
the side of the road
Gonna push back the
coming tide
Lay them in the harbour
in symmetrical rows
Disappear when the
water is high
Sitting and regretting
now my sneakers are soaked
So they're drying in
the sun outside
It's not what I intended
when I woke up the house
I was screaming
We're all gonna die
And now we're all
in late trains
Racing the motorway
Getting rhyme
over reason
It's a sinister
silly season
But maybe we can end up
meaning a real thing
Picking up the tires from
the side of the road
Gonna push back the
coming tide
Laying down beside them
like I'm in on the joke
Wake me up when the
world is fried
And you're sorry I see it
when you open your mouth
You've got one hand
over your heart while
you're holding me down
Oh I I want to hope but
if that's not allowed
I guess I'll go
out instead
Now we're all in relay
We all admit it's strange
Getting rhyme over reason
It's a sinister
silly season
But maybe we can end up
meaning a real thing
Getting rhyme over reason
It's a sinister
silly season
But maybe we can
end up meaning
End up meaning
End up meaning a real thing
Picking up the tires
from the side of the road
Gonna push back the
coming tide
Picking up the tires from
the side of the road
Gonna push back the
coming ti-ide
