Modest Mouse Follow

There's no work in walking in to fuel the talk

I would grab my shoes and then away I'd walk

Through all the stubborn beauty I start at the dawn

Until the sun had fully stopped

Never walking away from

Just a way to pull apart

Dehydrate back into minerals

A life long walk to the same exact spot

Carbon's anniversary

The parting of the sensory

Old old mystery

The parting of the sensory

Who the hell made you the boss?

We placed our chips in all the right spots

But still lost

Any shithead who had ever walked

Could take the ship and do a much finer job

This fit like clothes made out of wasps

Aw, fuck it I guess I lost

The parting of the sensory

Carbon's anniversary

Just part it again if you please

Carbon's anniversary

Who the hell made you the boss

If you say what to do I know what not to stop

If you were the ship then who would ever get on

The weather changed it for the worse

And came down on us like it had been rehearsed

And like we hope, but change will surely come

And be awful for most but really good for some

I took a trip to the exact same spot

We pulled the trigger, but we forgot to cock

And every single shot

Aw, fuck it I guess we lost

Some day you will die and

Somehow something's going to steal your carbon

Some day you will die and

Somehow something's going to steal your carbon

Well some day you will die somehow and

Something's going to steal your carbon

Some day you will die and

Someone's or something's will steal your carbon

Some day something will die and

Somehow you'll figure out how

Often you will die somehow and

Something going to steal your carbon

Well some day you will die somehow and

Something's going to steal your carbon