The Ground Walks, with Time in a Box

Open up a window All the air, all the air is falling out Eyes vacuum up light Sound gets trapped by the mouth What to do with the remainder When the dents, the dents get hammered out Then we'll travel through time The world's an inventor With its work crawling, running, squirming 'round Trees drop colorful fruits Directly into our mouths The world's an inventor We're the dirtiest thing it's thought about And we really don't mind We'll probably never get there Bring your sightseers, schoolteachers down It's a watercolor weekend All the trees are turning colors now We'll probably never get there Bring your candy taster time wasters around And we'll fuck with their minds The world composes With his shirttails wrinkled, hanging out Bang us together See what sort of sounds we make right now The world plays music Playing skin on teeth inside of the mouth What sort of sounds? What lovely sounds come about? We greased all the roads We're floating in the light We're gonna break these borders We're gonna move in time We greased all the roads We're floating in the light We're gonna break these borders We're gonna travel time We're gonna throw a party All the ghosts of trees are coming out Don't move in any direction Wait until the light's inside of the cloud You're gonna wanna see this Don't bring your camera around Watch sun and sawdust align We greased all the roads We're floating in the light We're gonna break these borders We're gonna pulse in time We greased all the roads We're floating in the light We're gonna break these borders We're gonna travel time Hold up a window All the air, all the air is falling out Eyes vacuum up light Sound gets trapped by the mouth Our predecessor left this box And something's clawing around I think it really wants out