Whoa here she come,
She got a loaded gun.
And why I ain't blown away,
I don't even know how.
She got those acid eyes,
Yet she claims I'm blind.
If I could love her still,
I wouldn't even try.
Try to make a connection...
To you.
If it weren't for some catastrophe,
I don't know where we'd be.
At the bottom at some salty sea,
Where the eels crack our bones.
If I could just step it up,
We wouldn't be in such a rut.
Saltly tears wet the cut,
Now there's no way out.
Try to make a connection...
To you.
Dig a hole in the earth.
Dig a hole and we all fall through.
Dig a hole in the earth.
Dig a hole and we all fall through,
And I hope I fall on you!
When we're all blown to bits,
She won't be prone to fits.
And the apocalypse,
Will find its way through.
The earth is a computer chip,
From the window of my airship.
And all I can say to her,
Is why keep me around?
Try to make a connection to you...
To you...
To you...
To you...
To you...