Siberian Breaks-MGMT

[ti:Siberian Breaks] [ar:MGMT] [al:Congratulations] [00:00.11]MGMT - Siberian Breaks [00:26.50]Sleep as the goer [00:29.44]The bridge that watches the light speed thru [00:34.62]And cries while the spirit stumbles [00:38.35]And inside missile for the protection of you [00:51.14]Maybe it's siletn [00:54.08]The voice can't bear anymore strain [00:59.35]But speak without even knowing [01:02.96]And streams outside in the direction of truth [01:26.73]There's no reason there's no secret to decode [01:35.18]If youc an't save it, leave it dying on the road [01:44.30]Wide open arms can feel so cold [01:49.52]So cold [01:51.24]Feel so cold [02:17.19]Balance the books, the ledges, the loons [02:18.91]The disappointed look on the faces [02:21.24]That squint at the moon [02:25.10]Let's see it with shadows enhance [02:29.61]And then vote to decide who'll advance [02:34.52]Silver jet plane, making a turn [02:37.56]Exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn [02:43.95]It's not the life lesson I'd've guessed [02:48.44]If you're conscious you must be depressed [02:53.02]Or at least cynical [02:59.51]But someone might still eat the steaks [03:02.77]Even if they're tough [03:05.82]Spending the day [03:07.35]Chewing the fat [03:08.85]Floating away isn't roguh but it's not enough [03:18.70]Oh marianne, pass me the joint [03:21.45]The sandpaper's tan [03:22.98]Go-getters are surfing the point [03:27.67]And london's a cratch on the lens [03:30.67]It's over before it begins [03:37.09]Silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders [03:40.28]The older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick [03:46.49]But really there's no trip at all [03:49.53]That doesn't result in a fall [03:55.58]Or a faltering [04:02.08]But something might spit out the bait [04:05.46]Even if it's real [04:08.50]Rolling away [04:09.89]Missing a spoke [04:11.59]Close to the ground like a wheel but it's not enough [04:20.98]Holding th eline [04:22.52]Clutching the phone [04:24.04]Nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right [04:30.04]It's not right [04:33.38]Smelling for blood [04:34.99]Praying for rain [04:36.46]Running away isn't rough, but it's not enough [04:56.85]The low tide is telling me, when it's over, [05:10.18]To breathe in everything exposed [05:19.18]And comes back to cover me in a blanket [05:32.69]Being here's always changing tunes [07:02.38]The empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all [07:16.03]Wide open arms can feel so cold [07:29.29]And you can sit beside me and tell me what it's [07:34.87]Worth [07:42.68]But I hope I die before i get sold [07:56.28]I hope I die before I get sold [08:09.67]I'd rather die before I get sold [08:22.27]If you find the soul that you lost [08:26.76]Frozen in a starry void [08:31.73]Take it within and hope the sight of blood [08:34.66]Can will signs of life to return [08:40.55]Back to the way that it was [08:44.74]Long before it made a noise [08:49.63]To keep on quietly reminding you [08:52.55]What's never created or destroyed [08:57.38] [09:13.23]Wake as the swell peaks [09:16.20]The close-outs drowning the birds with roars [09:21.59]And howls scare the new unkindness [09:24.90]That picks and laughs at the carrion scene [09:32.39] [09:35.56]Forces you see breath can always go into hiding [09:43.85]And wait 'til it passes over [09:47.34]Or stay far gone for all eternity