Beautiful Machine

Hot sand, the smell of diesel
 On the back of my hand
 The map is fading and the
 Photographs blow out in a string of flares
 Strike a match and burn
 Through the season
 We'll all go down with
 The sun-drenched heathens
 Dancing as the lanterns
 Softly sway
 I want to feel love
 Get caught in the echo chamber
 I want to get crushed
 In the beautiful machine
 Oh, the coastline is ghostly
 The lighthouse on the hill
 Cold and still
 The shore keeps getting closer
 To the highway
 The ocean is closing in
 Cold and still
 Signal fades, accelerate
 The stars are cold and hard
 Reflected in the water
 Where an Exxon sign blinks on
 And on...
 I want to feel love
 Get caught in the echo chamber
 I want to get crushed
 In the beautiful machine
 Kaleidoscope collapses
 Brings me up to the rapture
 I want to get caught
 In the beautiful machine