Kasabian, Rosario Dawson - West Ryder Silver Bullet lyrics

Then I went down into the
Basement where my friend
The maniac busies himself with
His electronic graffiti finally
His language touches
Me because he talks to that
Part of us which insists
On drawing profiles on prison
Walls in that moment
Poetry will be made by everyone and there
Will be emus in the zone

Mist covers the ground in the city
Engine rumbles quiet as we drift by
I wish you could see (Sweetheart)
Through my crooked eye
(Silence let me whisper) oh your beauty
Plays me just like a guitar string
(It's so true)

I want your touch oh how I want you
Far too much she's my baby (He's my baby)

Days drift into one it's so pretty
Traveling Wilburys police photofit's
And this stolen car (Cool hand)
Is loaded with junk (Silence let me whisper)
It's so dirty you'll be the death of me
But that's okay (We are the dark silver
Bullets flying through)

I want your touch oh how I want you
Far too much she's my baby (He's my baby)