This country's ageing you
It's locked into it's own styles
It's always apparent
It's own self revealed
Whatever eye is trained upon it
Your face is the future
As smooth a transaction as hoped for
The hollows beneath the skin
An uneasiness with feeling
It's a clear drive
Add to where our thoughts could
Er.. oh, be revealed
Skip to these canyons
Sweet eclipse and dresses
The way your kisses
Ruffles more than surface tensions and a thought
The drive, the cures worked
From the hollowed structure of this new country
Your émigré face fit deeper into blue collars
How bulls held apparent again
A sense of all time know how
What to do?
What to do?
Well you can bury it deeper
Than it's easy to find
And you… you make it ring hollow