Sunken Treasure

There's rows and rows of houses

with windows painted blue

With the light from the t.v.

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

you know I'd probably roll over

And I leave it on the shore

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

All the leaves will burn and autumn fires then return

All the fires we burn

all will return

Music is my savior

and 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