Sunken Treasure

There's rows and rows of houses With windows painted blue With the light from a TV Running parallel to you But there is no sunken treasure Rumored to be Wrapped inside my ribs In a sea, black with ink I am so Out of tune With you I am so out of tune With you If I had a mountain I'd try to fold it over If I had a boat (probably roll over) You know I'd probably roll over (leave it on the shore) And I leave it on the shore (leave it for somebody) I'd leave it for somebody Surely there's somebody Who needs it more than me I am so Out of tune With you I am so out of tune With you For all the leaves we'll burn In autumn fires and then return For all the fires we burn All will return Music is my savior I was maimed by rock and roll I was maimed by rock and roll I was tamed by rock and roll I got my name from rock and roll