Sunken Treasure

There's rows and rows of houses

With windows painted blue

With the light from the TV

Running parallel to youBut there is no sunken treasure

Rumored to be

Wrapped inside my ribs

In a sea black with inkI am so out of tune with you

I am so out of tune with youIf I had a mountain

I'd try to fold it over

If I had a boat

You know, I'd probably roll overAnd I'd leave it on the shore

I'd leave it for somebody

Surely there's somebody

Who needs it more than meI am so out of tune with you

I am so out of tune with youFor all the leaves will burn

And autumn fires and then return

For all the fires we burn

All will returnMusic is my savior

And I was maimed by rock and roll

I was maimed by rock and roll

I was tamed by rock and roll

I got my name from rock and roll