Bush - Warm Machine; track #1 off of the album, The Science of Things (1999). I do not own the contents within, no copyright is intended.
(Lyrics)
I memorize the basics
Making strange faces
Tread slowly for I know
There's a thousand miles to go
Without blinking
Gravitate spacewards
Find a home for my head
From my basement
No darkness ever left
This is the night
This is the sound
Here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine
Some days are playful
Making play faces
But we will not let it through
The darkness and the sense
Or being born to lose
This is the night
This is the sound
Here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine
This is the life
This is the sound
Here comes a warm machine
Such a warm machine
If I never know we can only feel
I'll take the help
I'll take a slice
Warm alright now
Cos I feel alright
I memorize the basics, basics, basics
This is the night
This is the sound
Here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine Such a warm machine Such a warm machine, machine, machine...
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