[Intro] (atmospheric, sustained notes) Hill country night… Stars without end… [Verse 1] We drove the winding road to that infamous scar in the hills Where the stars spilled silver over every branch and root Far from the city’s throat, buried in anonymity We waited in the black for the lights that shouldn’t move Silent shapes above the ridge, descending without a sound Cutting the dark like a blade that never draws blood [Chorus] Why do they roll through? What are they after now? Why don’t they move on— Or have they always been coming here? (inhale dramatically) Ah… ah… Could be picking up packages We never could have signed for AaaaaaAaaaah [Verse 2] An alien ship hung low above the trees Hunting for something it could never quite seize It darted like a dragonfly, soundless through the leaves Then hovered above our car without a whisper in the breeze We sank into the seats, too stunned to disagree Knowing in the dark it was a mistake to still be here [Chorus] Why do they roll through? What are they after now? Why don’t they move on— Or have they always been coming here? (inhale dramatically) Ah… ah… Could be picking up packages We never could have signed for AaaaaaAaaaah [Bridge] No contact made No demand spoken Just the slow deliberate scan Of something that already knows What we refuse to understand They don’t need permission They never did [Instrumental] [Chorus] Why do they roll through? What are they after now? Why don’t they move on— Or have they always been coming here? (inhale dramatically) Ah… ah… Could be picking up packages We never could have signed for AaaaaaAaaaah [Outro] Always been coming… Always been coming here… (long decaying Aaaaaaah into feedback)
