Mr. Sunshine
Thomas Giles Rogers
The countryside slides past by
The crowded thought, his story splashes over me
A certain smile, that brings you in
A room, a meadow, a ravaged door
Bend and break
We automate
Drive me home
The children roam
Bend and break
We automate
Drive me home
The children roam in your head
A slot machine diary of a man
He opened shop to a drifters hand
Take his money and run away
The corpses will wash up every other day
We found your time
Clockwork society
Bend and break
We automate
Drive me home
The children roam
Bend and break
We automate
Drive me home
The children roam in your head