MGMT - Siberian Breaks lyrics

Sleep as the goer
The bridge that watches the
Light speed through
And cries while the spirit stumbles
The inside missile for the protection of you
Maybe it's silent
The voice can't bear any more strain
But speaks without even knowing
And streams outside in the direction of truth

There's no reason there's no
Secrets to decode if you can't save it
Leave it dying on the road
Wide open arms can feel so cold
So cold, feel so cold

Balance the books, the ledges, the looms
The disappointed look on the faces
That squint at the moon
Let's see it with shadows enhanced
And then vote to decide who'll advance
Silver jet plane making a turn
Exciting the brain that expects it
To crash and then burn
It's not the life lesson I'd've guessed
If you're conscious you must be depressed
Or at least cynical

But someone might still eat the steaks
Even if they're tough
Spending the day, chewing at the fat
Floating away isn't rough but it's not enough

Oh Marianne, pass me the joint
The sandpaper's tan
Go-getters are surfing the point
And London's a scratch on the lens
It's over before it begins
Silk 'round her neck falls
Down to her shoulders the older I get
The more I suspect there's a trick
But really there's no trip at all
That doesn't result in a fall or a faltering

But something could spit out the bait
Even if it's real
Rolling away, missing a spoke
Close to the ground like a wheel
But, it's not a joke
Holding the line, clutching the phone
Nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right
It's not right
Smelling for blood, praying for rain
Running away isn't rough, but it's not enough

The low tide is telling me when it's over
To breathe in everything exposed
And comes back to cover me with a blanket
Being here's always changing tunes

The empty sky surrounds me but
I can't see at all
Wide-open arms can feel so cold
And you can sit beside me and
Tell me what it's worth
But, I hope I die before I get sold
I hope I die before I get sold
I'd rather die before I get sold

If you find the soul that you lost
Frozen in a starry void
Take it within and hope the sight of blood
Can will signs of life to return
Back to the way that it was
Long before it made a noise
To keep on quietly reminding you
What's never created or destroyed

Wake as the swell peaks
The close-outs drowning the birds with roars
And howls scare the new unkindness
That picks and laughs at the carrion scene
Forces you see breathe can
Always go into hiding
And wait 'til it passes over
Or stay far gone for all eternity