Galileo was bluffing
It's just a mess out here
There's no compa** to guide us
Through the flashes of violence and fear
Pinball and a motor hum
Black kettle in a riptide
Sand bleeds through our fingers
If time said it stood still it lied
You will get the best of me
Worlds collide, it's a recipe for disaster
Sweet disaster
Birthmark on a crow's foot
Kilimanjaro or bust
There are no mountains to move here
You just do what you say what you must
You will get the best of me
Worlds collide, it's a recipe for disaster
Sweet disaster
You will get the best of me
Worlds collide, it's a recipe for disaster
Sweet disaster, sweet
Light years and a pocket watch
You can't get close enough
To the rhythm of solitude
Ashes to ashes to dust