Lyrics by Alec Ounsworth

Strangled caravan 
 [bad word] world-receiver 
Space shuttle set down 
In front of my mobile home 
Where’s the city plan? 
Right there, undocumented 
Our first encounter 
Was criminally left off

I’ve fallen into your alien arms 
I’ve never felt so good so lost before

Do you remember when 
I had that fever? 
The walls were [bad word] 
The wheels [bad word] off 
Let’s just get some sand 
Now I’m standing naked too 
With your parachute billowing around all our unborn thoughts

 [bad word] 

What is my motivation?

To find some modern lover? 
It seems that human nature too swallowed me whole 
What is my motivation? 
To find some modern lover?