Timbuktu Lyrics - Inter Funda Stifle - Fair To Midland

Pack up with what's worthy 

Lock it up in the car 

Don't be surprised if i drive too far 

Speak now and we're followed while the weakest react 

The nose on the siren is right on our tracks 

A pair of tripods eyes through streets of mercury 

Not as common as leisure days 

Not as modern as much too late 

I sailed through the catapults between april and may 

He quoted his price & that's what he'll pay 

He spread thick like a heathen 

The clouds buried the chalk 

While the sut on our throat 

Till our engine stops 

Pearls & oysters every each turn 

Grow the lilac near the grubworm 

Push the button closest to him 

Give me glue so i can stick to plan 

Push the button closest to him 

But instead 

Sail the desert