There's rows and rows of houses
With windows painted blue
With the light from a TV
Running parallel to you But there is no sunken treasure
Rumored to be
Wrapped inside my ribs
In a sea black with ink I am so
Out of tune
With you I am so out of tune
With you If I had a mountain
I'd try to fold it over
If I had a boat
You know I'd probably roll over And I leave it on the shore
I'd leave it for somebody
Surely there's somebody
Who needs it more than me I am so
Out of tune
With you I am so out of tune
With you For all the leaves we burn
In autumn fires and then return
For all the fires we burn
All will return Music is my savior
I was maimed by rock and roll
I was maimed by rock and roll
I was tamed by rock and roll
I got my name from rock and roll It's not the same without rock and roll