Oil Machine

I am an oil machine of gears and clogs, parts that don't match. Gears that won't turn, clamps that won't latch. Grease and steam whistling.

Tired and alone. Made by steel, not stone.

I am a tattooed old piece with words that bend to odd to read. Cars that don't match. A crime at the scene. Grease and steam whistling.

Tired and alone. Made by steel, not stone.

No more lines. No sunsets behind. Just oil and rust. Tired and alone.

Lyrics: Large Lights

The more I stay awake. The farther It gets away.
If I stay up too long, this memory will be gone.

It is dark when I wake. It is dark when I get home.

Big huge large lights, that say I've been lost.
That's a lie. I chose this spot. This spot is mine.

Where have you gone? I can't be left alone this long.
It is dark when I wake. It is dark when I get home.