TV on the Radio Follow

Little flightless metal birds

High above in limbless tree

Echoes from their tiny box

Ring out into the atmosphere

Creating beauty inadvertently

It was a technological feat

This little bird

Wading through the market's waste

We locked eyes felt our loneliness abate

True desire showed its face, but only momentarily

Grey cascades in foreign waves

Wash the day away

I bought you flowers from the dying woods of Brazil

This little bird

While the kids burned down the greenhouse pushed the charred frame into the landfill

Put his beak to the word

We bought new bodies we bought diamond encrusted guns

So who the hell are you?

Making out so high in the backseat of a car-bomb under carcinogenic sun

Grey cascades in foreign waves

Wash the day away

Grey cascades in foreign waves

We did believe in magic we did believe

We let our souls act as canaries

Our hearts gilded cages be

Watched a million dimming lanterns float out to sea

Lay your malady at the mouth of the death machine

Aeroplane odabo,

Ba mi ki won lo odabo.

Eko meji, o yo mi

O yo mi

O yo mi

Grey cascades in foreign waves

Wash the day away

Grey cascades in foreign waves