Explorer
Connan Tant Hosford, Xavier De Rosnay, Gaspard Auge
Step out through the back door
Nothing but plain blue sand in sight
Flat, nasty
What's that in the distance looking lonesome on the horizon?
Walk closer and get a better look
It's tall
10-stories tall
Some kind of dog-thing
Standing on all fours
Feels warm, feels okay
I have to wait and see
When I look into the party
The sharing of the back door
I can feel the moonlight
Where the shadows look like veins
'Cause I can hear the body
Slappin' through my brain
We're all, we're all, we're all redundant