A Method - TV On The Radio

Eyes wide mine, suddenly everything

Flies by fine, mind goes on holiday

In its stead, clicking along the curb

Clucking tongues how could they have the nerve

There is hardly a method you know

It’s a broken poem, started up yesterday

And it came true now, mind was on holiday

It’s an open road will we soon see the end

It’s an open book, a story to tell the band

There is hardly a method you know

I’m a storm faced cloud, hanging in dystrophy

I’m a cold, base clown laughing at enemies

It’s a rough wild world could you please chaperone

It’s a mind field trip, oh leave it the fuck alone

This is hardly the method you know

There’s a purple pain strangling yesterday

There’s a purple stain spattered on interstates

It’s an awkward stage grasping at anything

Cause it’s lost the page

Can’t find a word to say

But they want you to

Oh they want you to

Yes they want you too

Oh they want you, too

Broken plates on dirty highways

Pave the way for alien grace

There is hardly a method you know