The Ground Walks, With Time In A Box - Modest Mouse

　　Open up a window

　　All the air, all the air is falling out

　　Eyes vacuum up light

　　Sound gets trapped by the mouth

　　What to do with the remainder

　　When the dents, the dents get hammered out

　　Then we'll travel through time

　　The world's an inventor with its work

　　Crawling, running, squirming 'round

　　Trees drop colorful fruits

　　Directly into our mouths

　　The world's an inventor

　　We're the dirtiest thing it's thought about

　　And we really don't mind

　　We'll probably never get there

　　Bring your sightseers, schoolteachers down

　　It's a watercolor weekend

　　All the trees are turning colors now

　　We'll probably never get there

　　Bring your candy taster time wasters around

　　And we'll fuck with their minds

　　The world composes

　　With his shirttails wrinkled, hanging out

　　Bang us together

　　See what sort of sounds we make right now

　　The world plays music

　　Playing skin on teeth inside of the mouth

　　What sort of sounds?

　　What lovely sounds come about?

　　We greased all the roads

　　We're floating in the light

　　We're gonna break these borders

　　We're gonna move in time

　　We greased all the roads

　　We're floating in the light

　　We're gonna break these borders

　　We're gonna travel time

　　We're gonna throw a party

　　All the ghosts of trees are coming out

　　Don't move in any direction

　　Wait until the light's inside of the cloud

　　You're gonna wanna see this

　　Don't bring your camera around

　　Watch sun and sawdust align

　　We greased all the roads

　　We're floating in the light

　　We're gonna break these borders

　　We're gonna pulse in time

　　We greased all the roads

　　We're floating in the light

　　We're gonna break these borders

　　We're gonna travel time

　　Hold up a window

　　All the air, all the air is falling out

　　Eyes vacuum up light

　　Sound gets trapped by the mouth

　　Our predecessor left this box

　　And something's clawing around

　　I think it really wants out