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