Surrounded

[Verse 1]

Pale white moon

Shine down on Colorado

Hide my dirty secrets

Down here in the shadows

Where the quaking aspens

Tremble in the snow

Haul me up the hillside

Hold me high and let me go

Let me fall right through my own roof

Like a meteorite

Let the world and all its wonders

Leave me to my toys tonight

[Chorus]

And my ninety six inch

Television screen

Let me die, let me die

Surrounded by machines

[Verse 2]

High winds knocked

The power out last night

But I’ve got my own supply here

All my windows blaze with light

And the light spills through the windows

To the empty plain below

Finds nothing but some trees

And six fresh feet of snow

And I find a broadcast station

That’s signed off for the night

And the static floods the speakers

In glorious black and white

[Chorus]

On my ninety six inch

Television screen

Let me die, let me die

Surrounded by machines