Sunken Treasure

There's rows and rows of houses With windows painted blue With the light from the TV Running parallel to you But there is no sunken treasure Rumored to be Wrapped inside my ribs In a sea black with ink I am so out of tune with you I am so out of tune with you If I had a mountain I'd try to fold it over If I had a boat You know, I'd probably roll over And I'd leave it on the shore I'd leave it for somebody Surely there's somebody Who needs it more than me I am so out of tune with you I am so out of tune with you For all the leaves will burn And autumn fires and then return For all the fires we burn All will return Music is my savior And I was maimed by rock and roll I was maimed by rock and roll I was tamed by rock and roll I got my name from rock and roll