Lyrics The Shins – Black Wave
Text:
This goose is cooked, these tongues are tied
Around the block an airborne blight
But looking on the brighter side
There’s far less to which I’d be obliged
In the meadow where the black breeze blows
Or underneath the waves, you are most alone
Can you hear a subtle, aching tone?
Through the water, through the Earth, to chill your bones
Looking on the brighter side
Looking on the brighter side
Looking on the brighter side
Looking on the brighter side
