The walls of the tunnel are curving
The walls of the tunnel are square
Lights in the corner are forming a border for all the stale air
You said that there is no problem
I said I didn't care
Or maybe it was the other way round
So many echos in there
Drive along the lazy coast with the ones that I love best
Buzz and hum, rasp and moan are the ones that I love best
Look at my side of the mountain
Nothing more pure than concrete
Nobody envies the mind of the beetle
Addicted to fire and heat
I said that there is no problem
You said you didn't care
Or maybe it was the other way round
So many echos in there
Maybe it was the other way round
So many echos in there
How far out does this road go?
Nobody knows
How far out do you want to go?
Even the columns are curving
Cloud-stained gray from exhaust
If you don't mind we'll go driving all day
Take the side ways, maybe get lost
If you don't mind, we'll go driving all day
Like smoke in the wind, we'll get lost
Drive along the lazy coast with the ones that I love best
Buzz and hum, rasp and moan are the ones that I love best