Lyrics:

Galileo was bluffing
It's just a mess out here
There's no compass to guide us
Through the flashes of violence and fear

Pinball and a motor hum
Black kettle in a riptide
Sand bleeds through our fingers
If time said it stood still it lied

You will get the best of me
Worlds collide, it's a recipe for disaster
Sweet disaster

Birthmark on a crow's foot
Kilimanjaro or bust
There are no mountains to move here
You just do what you say what you must

You will get the best of me
Worlds collide, it's a recipe for disaster
Sweet disaster

You will get the best of me
Worlds collide, it's a recipe for disaster
Sweet disaster, sweet

Light years and a pocket watch
You can't get close enough
To the rhythm of solitude
Ashes to ashes to dust