[Intro]

Disorienting when you pull me into

Basement entries

Noise for a vacancy

Could your hands please loosen their grip on me?

[Chorus]

Passenger, I'm swerving

[Verse 1]

Electrician, I think I hate this

Automation

Wasting in your junkyard garden

Until I'm unconscious, I think I'm callin'

[Refrain]

And you're stringin' me up

Then you're diggin' me out

[Verse 2]

Mud collects on the windows

Wood rots where the rain goes

Like a Navy veteran in an army coat

I feel apart, I feel apart

Days go into the grass

Broadcast, going nowhere fast

On my racetrack, racetrack, going nowhere fast

On my racetrack, on my racetrack

[Chorus]

Passenger, I'm swerving

[Outro]

Disorienting when you pull me into

Basement entries

New snow for a vacancy

Could your hands please loosen their grip on me?