Lyrics
picking up the tyres from the side of the road
gonna push back the coming tide
lay them in the harbour in symmetrical rows
disappear when the water is high
setting and regretting now my sneakers are soaked
so they're drying in the sun outside
it's not what I intended when I woke up the house
i was screaming "we're all gonna die"
and now we're all in late trains
racing the motorway
getting rhyme over reason
it's a sinister silly season
maybe we can end up meaning a real thing
picking up the tyres from the side of the road
gonna push back the coming tide
laying down beside them like I'm in on the joke
wake me up when the world is fried
and you're sorry, I see it when you open your mouth
you've got one hand over your heart while you're holding me down
oh I want to hope but if that's not allowed
I guess I'll go out instead
now we're all in relay
we all admit it's strange
getting rhyme over reason
it's a sinister silly season
maybe we can end up meaning a real thing
Getting rhyme over reason
It's a sinister silly season
Maybe we can end up meaning
end up meaning, end up meaning, a real thing
picking up the tyres from the side of the road
gonna push back the coming tide
Picking up the tyres from the side of the road
Gonna push back the coming tide
