Bush - Warm Machine
I memorize the
basics,
Making strange faces
Tread slowly for I know
There's a thousand miles to go
Without Blinking
Gravitate spacewards
Find a home for the head
From my basement
No darkness ever left
This is the night, this is the sound
Here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine
I feel warm
Some days are playful
Making play faces
But we will not let it through
The darkness and the sense
Of being born to lose
This is the night, this is the sound
Here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine
This is the life, this the ground
Here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine
If we never know we can only feel
I'll take the help, I'll take a slice
Warm alright now 'cause I feel alright
Hey !
I memorize the basics, the basics, the basics
This is the night, this is the sound
Here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine
Such a warm machine
Such a warm machine, machine, machine, machine