i memorise the basics strange faces ::
tread slowly for i know ::
there's a thousand miles to go ::
without blinking gravitate spacewards ::
find a home for the head from my basement ::
no darkness ever left

this is the night this is the sound ::
here comes the warm machine ::
such a warm machine

some days are playful making play faces ::
but we will not let it through ::
the darkness and the sense ::
of being bored to lose

this is the life this is the ground here ::
comes the warm machine such a war machine

if we never know we can only feel i'll take ::
the help i'll take a slide warm alright now ::
cos i feel alright i memorise the basics

this is the night this is the sound here comes the warm machine