TV on the Radio
Cross the street from your storefront cemetery.
Hear me hailing from inside and realize --
I am the conscience clear
in pain or ecstasy
And we were all weaned my dear
upon the same fatigue.
Your mouth is open wide, the lover is inside.
And all the tumults done
collided with the sign.
You're staring at the sun, you're standing in the sea
Your body's over me.
Staring at the Sun (Hollertronix remix)
