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