TV On The Radio - A Method

Eyes wide mine, suddenly everything Flies by fine, mind goes on holiday In its stead, clicking along the curb Clucking tongues how could they have the nerve There is hardly a method you know It's a broken poem, started up yesterday And it came true now, mind was on holiday It's an open road will we soon see the end It's an open book, a story to tell the band There is hardly a method you know I'm a storm faced cloud, hanging in dystrophy I'm a cold, base clown laughing at enemies It's a rough wild world could you please chaperone It's a mind field trip, oh leave it the fuck alone This is hardly a method you know There's a purple pain strangling yesterday There's a purple stain spattered on interstates It's an awkward stage grasping at anything Cause it's lost the page Can't find a word to say But they want you to Oh they want you to Yes they want you too Oh they want you, too Broken plates on dirty highways Pave the way for alien grace There is hardly a method you know