Down below, a thousand pipes
are pumping comfort to the spines
In and out exchanging chemistry, the veins of the city keeping us alive like the roots of a tree
Billions of wires hanging around making our living safe and sound,
hey, Mr. Edison, can you turn on the light?
I'm just a little bit confused fumbling in the night...
We're just evolving, our animal instincts changed.
Evolving, the funny thing is we are all a little bit deranged.
The fuel is pumped by the heart of my car,
the airwaves locked in a radio jar
wireless thoughts shared in a long distance call
being so close separates us sometimes like an invisible wall
are pumping comfort to the spines
In and out exchanging chemistry, the veins of the city keeping us alive like the roots of a tree
Billions of wires hanging around making our living safe and sound,
hey, Mr. Edison, can you turn on the light?
I'm just a little bit confused fumbling in the night...
We're just evolving, our animal instincts changed.
Evolving, the funny thing is we are all a little bit deranged.
The fuel is pumped by the heart of my car,
the airwaves locked in a radio jar
wireless thoughts shared in a long distance call
being so close separates us sometimes like an invisible wall