A Million Broken Bikes

Ouuuuuu aaaa ouuuu…
I have a million broken bikes in the alleyways of my heart
I have a million electrical lines in the branches of my heart
I have a million crawling worms in the compost of my heart
I have a million broken bikes in the alleyways of my heart, singing
Ouuuuuu aaaa ouuuu…
Ouuuuuuu aaaa eeee aaaaahhh…
We want to find a new home, we want to find a new home
We want to find a new home, we want to find a new home
…Ouuuuu…
Ouuuuuu aaaa ouuuu…
I have a million clear-cut trees in the desert of my heart
I have a million tailing ponds in the tarsands of my heart
I have a million marching ants in the jungle of my heart
I have a million treeplanters in the forest of my heart, singing
Ouuuuuu aaaa ouuuu…
Ouuuuuuu aaaa eeee aaaaahhh…
We want to breathe the air again, again
We want to breathe the air again, again, again, again!
…Again… again… again
I have a million hieroglyphs in the chambers of my heart
I have a million praying cats in the pyramids of my heart
I have a million glowing orbs in the temples of my heart
I have a million hieroglyphs in the chambers of my heart, singing
We hold the mysteries of the universe
We hold the mysteries of the universe
We hold the mysteries of the universe