Текст: Bush. The Science Of Things. Altered States.

Living in a cage
Washing in a birdbath
Sinking in a fish bowl
On a broken farm

I try to never lie, I really do
I wonder if my friends will get me through
Conscious of the way, as best we can
Seventeen ways to kill a man

States we've been through

We're killing nostalgia
For future swims
Trash all your bridges
Kill the rock 'n' roll thing

I wanna move on with no complains
Building our walls with yesterday
Might as well shine before you slide
Might as well live before you die

States we've been through
Talk about states, we've been through
Talk about states, states
Talk about

A whole lot of emptiness

Living in a state
Of constant changing
A river of flux
For our tasting

I try to never lie, I really do
I wonder if my friends will get me through
It always seems to rain when you leave
I try to stem the flow as we bleed

States we've been through
Talk about states, states
Talk about states, states