Siberian Breaks MGMT

[Part I: Direction of Truth (Part 1) (0:00 - 1:23)]

[Verse 1]
Sleep as the goer
The bridge that watches the light speed through
And cries while the spirit stumbles
The inside missile for the protection of you

[Verse 2]
Maybe it's silent
The voice can't bear any more strain
But speaks without even knowing
And streams outside in the direction of truth

[Part II: Secrets to Decode (Part 1) (1:23 - 2:10)]

[Verse 3]
There's no reason there's no secrets to decode
If you can't save it, leave it dying on the road
Wide open arms can feel so cold
So cold, feel so cold

[Part III: The Older I Get (2:10 - 4:55)]

[Verse 4]
Balance the books, the ledges, the looms
The disappointed look on the faces that squint at the moon
Let's see it with shadows enhanced
And then vote to decide who'll advance
Silver jet plane making a turn
Exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn
It's not the life lesson I'd've guessed
If you're conscious you must be depressed
Or at least cynical