Coyotes tiptoe in the snow after dark
At home with the ghosts in the national parks.
Mankind's behaving like some serial killers,
Giant ol' monsters afraid of the sharks.
And we're in love with all of it,
And we say, «What can we say?»
Walking with ghosts in the national parks,
Coyotes tiptoe in the snow after dark.
And we're in love with all of it,
And we say: «What can we say?»
Another branch on the tinder-bound tree,
Birds flying lower, looking downwards to feed.
Mankind's behaving like some serial killers,
Giant ol' monsters, afraid of the sharks.
And we're in love with all of it,
And we say, «What can we say?»
And we say, «We're in love with all of it»
And we say, «We're in love with everything.»
And we say, «What can we say?»
And we say, «We're in love with all of it.»
And we say, «We're in love with everything.»
And we say, «What can we say?»
And we say, «We're in love, with all of it.»
And we say, «We're in love, with everything.»
And we lie, we love to lie.