Portable Television

歌詞

Bored of old television shrouded in snow In a raggedy van on the side of the road The night it had frozen through my little bones So you took me in your arms you squeezed out the cold <♪> Upstate New York autumn brightly colored leaves Oh, the hills were on fire they burn for you and me And where we were going it was built like a lie But as sacred as the Bible so we didn't question why <♪> I saw it in the soil just recently Where the rows of teeth they grow in fields of infinite greed And here laid the father and here stood the son Where the road meets the horizon for everyone For everyone Bored of old television take us away From this burden of reflection we've carried today Oh, the generator's running but there's nothing on the air And the static is a comfort so we huddle around and stare