Space ships can't tame the jungle    And I feel like I'm giving in    We've been driving through a desert    Looking for a life to call our own       I push I pull the days go slow    Into a void we filled with death    And noise and laughs falls off their maps    All cured of pain and doubts    In your little brain       Something's coming sky is purple    Dogs are howling to themselves    Days are changing with the weather    Like a rip tide could rip us away       I push I pull the days go slow    Into a void we filled with death    And noise and laughs falls off their maps    All cured of pain and doubts    In your little brain       I push I pull the days go slow    Into a void we filled with death    And noise and laughs falls off their maps    All cured of pain and doubts    In your little brain