The Astronaut Tapes - Foreign Lovers Lyrics

Can you hear the sounds of foreign lovers on another hill
Call me crazy but they might be here against their will
I'm waiting patiently to hear another wonder or a
Sound that communicates they're impossible to ever kill
Now the foreign lovers have heard me like vultures and their prey
I think we're finally trapped in their wicked power sway
Creep a little closer here's a secret that's been
Passed down generation after generation to this day
Remember the Crusades but not the Alamo
These foreigners are looking for some toe to toe
Our minutes left in silent holy space are numbered
By a European clock that ends when we've got to go

A busy storm meets a hurricane
Come on throw me a bone
I think this world is slipping out of time
Or it can't hear the metronome
Feeling oh feeling oh feeling a lost touch
And now it's leaving again
If you ever ask me what I'd say to you
When you see the asphalt in my

Land is something that I'd hate to lose and love to win
But messing with the law leads to the cotton gin
Give me one more chance to prove it too or lose it cause
The last thing they'll remember is a proud man with a sheepish grin
Why does everybody label things like love
With pointless images of saint-like Gods from up above
When satisfaction should come from the ground floor where we
Fight and fight and fight until the foreigners leave with a shove

A busy storm meets a hurricane
Come on throw me a bone
I think this world is slipping out of time
Or it can't hear the metronome
Feeling oh feeling oh feeling a lost touch
And now it's leaving again
If you ever ask me what I'd say to you
When you see the asphalt in my home
In my home

How can anyone stand
With a flag in hand
And say the rights they earn as humans give them all this land
Come and take it please
I'll fight back with these
Steady aim and fire shots like black piano keys
Play our dying song
I'll gladly sing along
No one's on your side they know that what you've done is wrong
Separate the pride
From the shell inside
Leave the rest of it for nature with a nurture vibe

Can you hear the sounds of foreign lovers on another hill
Call me crazy but they might be here against their will
I'm waiting patiently to hear another wonder or a
Sound that communicates they're impossible to ever kill

A busy storm meets a hurricane
Come on throw me a bone
I think this pair is slipping out of time
Or they can't hear the metronome
Feeling oh feeling oh feeling a lost touch
And now it's leaving again
If you ever ask me what I'd say to you
When you see the asphalt in my home
In my home
A busy storm meets a hurricane
Come on throw me a bone
If you ever ask me what I'd say to you
When you see the asphalt in my home
In my home