Kayo Dot

The wooden lookout seven stories high
The steeple at the top it wont stop singing
singing singing singing
Its got a rigid rule number one
Its to keep the bodies living
The last crooked sign to bend to the way trees are growing
The usual size of a growth thats been trying
for several hundred thousand seconds
Allows you to drop from the eaves to the leaves in only several hundred thousand seconds
You almost can see the fearless machine milling blindly
Beneath the calamity looming when the sun goes down
We hope the clouds stop bouncing each other off the mountains
We hope the wooden lookout has a gutter it can use
Ear to the ground alone where the edge of the day was
The valley clicking to the tape already rolling
Makes me want to turn the violin down
This wind wheel wont stop spinning
This damned wind wheel wont stop spinning around
[ The Awkward Wind Wheel Lyrics ]