Warm Machine - Bush

I memorize the basics

Making strange faces

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

Some days are playful

Making play faces

But we will not let it through

The darkness and the sense

Or being born to lose

This is the night

This is the sound

Her comes the warm machine

Such a warm machine

This is the life

This is the sound

Here comes a warm machine

Such a warm machine

If I never know we can only feel

I’ll take the help

I’ll take a slice

Warm alright now

Cos 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

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