The Lake from Safe Mode by The Woodworks

It's time
For debauchery
I hear the woman howling..
There's sap
Oozing out of our tree
And the crowd above is
Calling…

Chorus
No one can save us now
They would but they don't know how
But we don't really care
As the full moon rises on the lake

Slip me
A little of this
I'll slip you
A little of that
We all made it here, We all made it here
But now the tire’s flat no no no…

Chorus

Bridge
The night sky looks down on us
The starry indian is staring up with us
As planets explode and meteors fall
The mountains breathe in and echo our call

Final Chorus
No one can save us now
They would but they don't know how
But we don't really care
Can't describe us
You can't divide us
There is no ending
No more pretending
As the full moon rises on the lake

• Rock
• blues
• experimental
• thrash folk
• Tempe