Warm Machine

I memorize the basics Making strange faces Traded slowly for I know There's a thousand miles to go Without blinking I 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 Pretty warm Some days are playful Making play faces But we will not let it through The darkness and the sense Of being born to loose This is the life This is the sound Here comes the warm machine Such a warm machine This is the life This is the ground Here comes the warm machine Such a warm machine If we never know we can only Feel I'll take the help I'll take a slice Warm alright, now Cause I feel alright I memorize the basics, basics, basics This is the night This is the sound Here comes the warm machine Such a warm machine Such a warm machine Such a warm machine Machine, machine, machine --- Warm Machine - Bush