rocket collecting dust hidden from all memory bathed in outrage and rust waiting for you and me to own it watch you as you douse the ceiling light up all the evil dreams till they ignite screaming into the night and we run away clean chorus: i wish i was half electronic the last shreds of skin are in the sweet sunlight and i've turned into this smiling, snarling monster as i watch the walls descend as i watch the walls descend like stars half submersed i reach your island at night washed up tangled on these stones a gorgeous wreck crashing to lay here for the next 600 years the storm will play out there for miles on every side so tell me who's got the dominoes but you'll have to leave your lightning outside -chorus- the weeds reach the top of the trees