There's rows and rows of houses 
With windows painted blue
With the light from the t.v. 
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 bone
You know I'd probably roll over

And I 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

All the leaves will burn
And autumn fires then return
All the fires we burn
All will return

Music is my savior
And 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