MGMT — Of Moons Birds & Monsters Holy Ghost Remix

Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start The falling apart Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base? Don't you know about the temperature change In the cold black shadow? Are you mad at your walls Or hoping that an unknown force can repair things for you? Pardon all the time that you've thrown into your pale grey garden? If the ship will never come you've got to move along Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start The falling apart Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder The waves of black If she's going under I can hold my breath till the sky comes back Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start The falling apart Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder The waves of black If she's going under I can hold my breath till the sky comes back Or drown like a rat The falling apart The falling apart The falling apart It will inspire on the burning pyre Half the distance Half the motion It will inspire on the burning pyre Half the distance Half the motion It's easy as the ocean Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start The falling apart Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder The waves of black If she's going under I can hold my breath till the sky comes back Or drown like a rat The falling apart The falling apart The falling apart