Fair To Midland Timbuktu Lyrics

Timbuktu Lyrics

Pack up with what's worthy

Lock it up in the car

Don't be surprised
if i drive too far

Speak now and we're followed while the weakest
react

The nose on the siren is right on our tracks

A pair of
tripods eyes through streets of mercury

Not as common as leisure days

Not as modern as much too late

I sailed through the catapults between
april and may

He quoted his price & that's what he'll pay

He spread
thick like a heathen

The clouds buried the chalk

While the sut on
our throat

Till our engine stops

Pearls & oysters every each
turn

Grow the lilac near the grubworm

Push the button closest to
him

Give me glue so i can stick to plan

Push the button closest to
him

But instead

Sail the desert