Portugal. The Man - Waiter Lyrics

Under blankets these hills cover neatly
We'll take steps to make sure our failures are hidden
It's hard when our voices echo over ripples
That form on the lakes, edges they prey on

We'll shine, shine, shine
We'll shine, shine, shine
We'll shine, shine, shine
We'll shine, shine, shine

Swim 'round the lake
Hoping like hell we'll find
Shelter in coal mines incubating lies
Fathers and families, hammers and ties
Brace for the winter, that rumble leapt up to his jaws

We'll shine, shine, shine
We'll shine, shine, shine
We'll shine, shine, shine
We'll shine, shine, shine

Spines of furrowed earth jut jagged
They rise like welts up on our backs, on our bellies
It's cold as the lord in the bedroom, lord at your feet
Lords shaking the headboard with nothing to eat

We'll shine, shine, shine
We'll shine, shine, shine
We'll shine, shine, shine
We'll shine, shine, shine

Cold, restless, stumbles, wanders towards the light
That breaks out from the town, little homes bearing sheriffs
Playing across drifts to the back of the brain
Where they flicker like fire (speaking of times, of times that they)

Shined, shined, shined
We'll shine, shine, shine
We'll shine, shine, shine
We'll shine, shine, shine

We'll shine, shine, shine
We'll shine, shine, shine
We'll shine, shine, shine
We'll shine, shine, shine