Method Lyrics

by TV on the Radio

Eyes wide mine, suddenly everything
Flies by fine, mind goes on holiday
In its stead, clicking along the curb
Clucking tongues how could they have the nerve

There is hardly a method you know
There is hardly a method you know

It's a broken poem, started up yesterday
And it came true now, mind was on holiday
It's an open road, will we soon see the end?
It's an open book, a story to tell the band

There is hardly a method you know
There is hardly a method you know
There is hardly a method you know
There is hardly a method you know

I'm a storm faced cloud, hanging in dystrophy
I'm a cold base clown laughing at enemies
It's a rough wild world, could you please chaperon?
It's a mind field trip, oh, leave it the fuck alone

This is hardly the method you know
This is hardly the method you know

There's a purple pain strangling yesterday
There's a purple stain spattered on interstates
It's an awkward stage grasping at anything
'Cause it's lost the page, can't find a word to say

But they want you to, oh, they want you to
Yes, they want you too, oh, they want you too

Broken plates on dirty highways
(There is hardly a method you know)
Pave the way for alien grace
Broken plates on dirty highways
(There is hardly a method you know)
Pave the way for alien grace
(There is hardly a method you know)