It Collects Itself... Lyrics
It collects itself in silence
But that water stands prepared to crash
Glass turns light into heat
And heat turns water into gas
It’d become impossible
To nod along
With all the Holy Locals
They always keep their loud TVs on
How light on water’s surface flows
Another someone else will just come crashing in
It was never impossible
The sunlight hot on the parking lot
Throw the pillow on the windowsill
And draw out holding still
This circle we're drawing here
Will never become a real sphere
Hey ah-ha, hey ah-ha
Such satisfaction
Hey ah-ha
Mechanical function
Hey ah-ha, hey ah-ha
Such satisfaction
Hey ah-ha
Mechanical function
Hey ah-ha, hey ah-ha
Such satisfaction
Hey ah-ha
Mechanical function