Lirieke: Thrice. Motion Without Meaning.

What a beautiful way to fake it
This sort of graceful defeat
We found a pattern out on the pavement
Sound the siren out through the streets
Advance in perfect nonchalance
Do it together with a rifle report
Don?t marvel at our confidence
It?s troubled, bottled, and above-all deformed

Tell me that you wanna stop the war
But baby you can't dance if there's no floor
Motion isn't meaning
It?s just another drug
But it's all we've got...

What a way to keep it together
A black box, a prescription for speed
We found a freeway that goes on forever
Drown the demon in the deep black sea

Shield your eyes
It keeps burning to the rhythm of the rifle repeating
Paralyzed
But I gotta keep movin' if I wanna keep breathing

Tell me that you wanna stop the war
But baby you can't dance if there's no floor
Motion isn't meaning
It?s just another drug
But it's all we've got...we've got nowhere to go

I'll take the life on the easy ship
We have our guns for the moment
I?ll take the life on the easy ship
We have our guns!