Dirtside so at home
Mudslide through a time zone
Here where the love is made of sludge
Dirtside all alone
Low ride in the undergrowth
Nothing compares to silent air
What you got? Where you been?
Craving 'more' doggedly
What you got? Where you been?
Far from you
Further from me
Dirtside space sick prone
Wild eyed no telephone
Here where the love is made of sludge
Dirtside comatose
No time to hit and hope
Nothing compares to silent air