There's rows and rows of houses
With windows painted blue
With the light from a TV 
Running parallel to you

But there is no sunken treasure
Rumored to be
Wrapped inside my ribs 
In a sea black with ink

I am so 
Out of tune 
With you

I am so out of tune 
With you

If I had a mountain
I'd try to fold it over
If I had a boat (probably roll over)
You know I'd probably roll over (leave it on the shore)

I'd leave it for somebody
Surely there's somebody 
Who needs it more than me

I am so 
Out of tune 
With you

I am so out of tune 
With you

For all the leaves will burn 
In autumn fires and then return
For all the fires we burn
All will return

Music is my savior
I was maimed by rock and roll
I was maimed by rock and roll
I was tamed by rock and roll
I got my name from rock and roll