Altered States - Bush

Living in a cage, washing in a bird bath

Sinking in a fishbowl on a broken farm

I try to never lie, I really do

I wonder if my friends will get me through

Conscious of the way, as best we can

17 ways to kill a man

States we’ve been through

Killing nostalgia for future swims

Trash all your bridges, kill the rock and roll thing

I want to move on with no complaints

Building our walls with yesterday

Might as well shine before you slide

Might as well live before you die

States we’ve been through

Talkin' 'bout

States we’ve been through

Talkin' 'bout

States, states

Talkin' 'bout

A whole lot of emptiness

Living in a state of constant changing

A river of flux for our tasting

I try to never lie, I really do

I wonder if my friends will get me through

It always seems to rain when you leave

I try to stem the flow as we bleed

States we’ve been through

Talkin' 'bout

States, states

Talkin' 'bout

States, states