The Ground Walks, With Time In A Box Lyrics & Chords By Modest Mouse

Open up a window
All the air, oh the air it's falling out
Eyes vacuum up light
Sound gets trapped by the mouth

We'll deal with the remainder
When the dents, the dents get hammered out
Then we'll travel through time

The world's an inventor with its work
Crawling, running, squirming 'round
Trees drop colorful fruits
Directly into our mouths

The world's an inventor
We're the dirtiest thing it's thought about
And we really don't mind

We'll probably never get there
Bring your sight seers, school teachers down
It's a water color weekend
All the trees are turning colors now

We'll probably never get there
Bring your candy taster, time wasters around
And we'll fuck with their minds

The world composes with its
Shirttails wrinkled hanging out
Bang us together see what sort
Of sounds we make right now

The world plays music
Playing skin on teeth inside of a mouth
What sort of sounds?
What lovely sounds come about?

We greased all the ropes (we're a part of the ground)
We'll throw you a line (it's above the ground)
We're gonna break these boulders (we're a part of the ground)
We're gonna travel time (when things come together)

We greased all the ropes (come bubbling outwards)
We'll throw you a line (and then sink back)
We're gonna break these boulders (come bubbling outwards)
We're gonna travel time (when things come together)

We're gonna throw a party
All the ghosts of trees are coming out
Don't look any direction
Wait until the light's inside of the clouds

You're gonna wanna see this
Don't bring your camera around
Watch sun and sawdust align

We greased all the ropes (come bubbling outwards)
We'll throw you a line (and sinking back)
We're gonna break these boulders (we're a part of the ground)
We're gonna travel time (when things come together)

We greased all the ropes (come bubbling outwards)
We'll throw you a line (and run around)
We're gonna break these boulders (come bubbling outwards)
We're gonna travel time (and then sink back)

Close up the window
All the air, the air is falling out
Eyes vacuum up light
Sound gets trapped by the mouth

Our predecessor left this box
And something's clawing around
I think it really wants out