Earthquake weather

Spaceships can't tame the jungle,
and I feel like I'm giving in...
We've been driving through a desert
looking for a life to call our own...

I push, I pull, the days go slow
into a void we filled with death and noise
that laughs falls off their maps
all cured of pain and doubts in your little brain

Something's coming, sky is purple,
dogs are howling to themselves.
Days are changing with the weather
like a riptide could rip us away

I push, I pull, the days go slow
into a void we filled with death and noise
that laughs falls off their maps
all cured of pain and doubts in your little brain

I push, I pull, the days go slow
into a void we filled with death and noise
that laughs falls off their maps
all cured of pain and doubts in your little brain