Carved into the harbor there's a slice of silver sound
I need you
Carved into the mountain
There's a castle and a shack
We're blasting through this valley
Like we're never coming back
Mark the moment
Mark it red
Mark it with your mouth
I need you
I speak the language of the indicator
And it's rising up my spine
I feel that things are getting better all the time
Trampolines and ladders are the way I make my climb
I feel I'm higher than a laughingstock
But lower than a cry
My first neurotic impulse is to
Deny Deny Deny