Текст песни Throwing Muses - static

Your mouth fell out of the sky and suddenly
I had it memorized
But honestly, it's like you're dead
A pretty picture of you breathing air
And you're just standing there
Static
Your hope is on the wing,
is on a bus tearing down the road
Your road is in the dark,
is in the sun, in the rain and cold
You're cold, you're made of heat,
you're made of skin, made of cloth and bone
Your bones are made of sponge,
are made of plexiglass, tin and hope
Your hope is on the wing,
is on a bus tearing down the road
Your road is in the dark,
is in the sun, in the rain and cold
You're cold, you're made of heat,
you're made of skin, made of cloth and bone
Your bones are made of sponge,
are made of plexiglass, tin and hope
Your hope is on the wing,
is on a bus tearing down the road
Your road is in the dark,
is in the sun, in the rain and cold
You're cold, you're made of heat,
you're made of skin, made of cloth and bone
Your bones are made of sponge,
are made of plexiglass, tin and hope
Your hope is on the wing,
is on a bus tearing down the road
Your road is in the dark,
is in the sun, in the rain and cold
You're cold, you're made of heat,
you're made of skin, made of cloth and bone
Your bones are made of sponge,
are made of plexiglass, tin and hope
Your hope is on the wing,
is on a bus tearing down the road
Your road is in the dark,
is in the sun, in the rain and cold
You're cold, you're made of heat,
you're made of skin, made of cloth and bone
Your bones are made of sponge,
are made of plexiglass, tin and hope
Your hope is on the wing,
is on a bus tearing down the road