Won't Be Pretty

Immaculate Machine

I'm a hill and you're the broken wheel

we may make it down but it won't be pretty

row your little boat ashore

and talk like you know it all

tall tales of a girl whose shadow was her sun

I'm the needle and you're the broken record

we make a sound but it won't be sweet

and I'll go play a rock show

and you'll make a pretty penny

and we'll rub our copper eyes until they shine

gonna need them in the morning

gonna need all I can get

gonna need them in the morning

I'm the clock and you're the broken hands

we may make a time but it won't be right

I'll fly the atlantic

you'll take the pacific

and we'll trade our separate time zones in the night

I'll fly the atlantic

but you'll be more specific

and we'll trade our separate time zones in the night

gonna need them in the morning

gonna need all I can get

gonna need them in the morning

let's get some rest