Artist: Bush Album: The Science Of Things (1999) Title: Warm Machine
Lyrics Warm MachineI memorise the basics
Making strange faces
Tread slowly for i know
There's a thousand miles to go
Without blinking
Gravitate spacewards find a home for the head from my basement
No darkness ever left
This is the night this is the sound here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine
Feeling warm
Some days are playful
Making play faces
But we will not let it through
The darkness and the sense
Of being born to lose
This is the night this is the sound here comes the warm machine
Such a war machine
This is the life
This is the ground
Here comes the warm machine
Such a war machine
If we never know we can only feel
I'll take the help i'll take a slice
Warm alright now cos i feel alright
I memorise the basics
This is the night this is the sound here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine
Such a war machine
Such a war machine |