What is there left to explore
Except for the underground
This village makes me wonder
If I really have a sound
The bus
Sways me around
And I wonder
Will it seem clearer in the town
I don't want to live in a chocolate bar
Yet I want to read out loud the stars
You can call them suburbs
Or well decorated prison bars
In the horizontal apartment block
In the horizontal apartment block
Oh yeah
In the wild, in the wild
I wish I wrote there all the time
Knowing it's a contradiction
And what is pleasant is fiction
The wind
Stirs the leaves
Beneath the rabbit cage
That's the modern age