[Intro] It’s my first day off in a while I ride my bicycle through the city My first day off in a while The wind feels a little warm The chain is slightly rusty Every creak smells like spring Above me, monkey missiles Slide across the sky on the same path ⸻ [Verse 1] A broken apartment block stands there like bare bones Even behind the shattered windows light still gets in By the roadside, thistle flowers their purple looks too deep Every time I push the pedals my shadow shakes and shortens Smell of spring between exhaust and dirt The world has turned simple just like you said it would There are more and more things I don’t have to think about Only wordless violence stays behind on the asphalt ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] The guitar growls low a thick and gritty riff Without explaining anything the city just keeps turning Just like you said it really became this way Above me, monkey missiles trace the same line again ⸻ [Chorus] It’s my first day off in a while I ride my bicycle through the city Past the broken apartment block cutting through the spring scent The world has turned simple just like you said it would Above me, monkey missiles slide the same way every time It’s my first day off in a while Everything feels strangely light Only wordless violence dries there, clean and plain ⸻ [Hook] Monkey missiles Monkey missiles They slide through the sky on the same orbit Simple, simple the world is simple Just like you said that’s what it became Spring scent Rusty chain Thistles are shaking Guitar riff again ⸻ [Verse 2] The signal is a blue light too honestly blue My tires cut through an empty intersection That broken apartment block square marks left on the wall Even the lives that were there fade thin in the wind Thistle flowers blooming with no one there to see Only I pass beside them with a small smile Smell of spring old iron and soft grass The chain is a little rusty but it still turns just fine There are afternoons like this when I don’t even brood on death Before I can think too deep the riff kicks in Wordless violence left at the corner of the street You can feel it without touching it it’s always been there ⸻ [Pre-Chorus 2] The clouds are thin the sky is wide Only the monkey missiles glide with perfect accuracy Just like you said the extra things are gone What remains is wind and sound pedals and spring scent ⸻ [Chorus] It’s my first day off in a while I ride my bicycle through the city Past the broken apartment block cutting through the spring scent The world has turned simple just like you said it would Above me, monkey missiles slide the same way every time It’s my first day off in a while Everything feels far away Only wordless violence stays behind like a shadow ⸻ [Bridge] Thick guitar slightly overdriven Turning low again and again Pedals, chain the sound of rust Street trees, spring shattered glass Thistle purple Concrete gray And above it all the monkey missiles Your words were short but they were right Exactly right really exactly right The world is simple too simple now There are fewer places left to lose my way ⸻ [Hook 2 / Drop] Monkey missiles Monkey missiles They slide through the sky in a spring afternoon Simple, simple the world is simple Just like you said it breaks so easily Rusty chain turning, turning Thistle flowers the wind has a smell ⸻ [Final Chorus] It’s my first day off in a while I ride my bicycle through the city Even the broken apartment block looks like scenery today The world has turned simple just like you said it would Above me, monkey missiles slide across the sky on the same orbit Smell of spring the chain is slightly rusty There are afternoons like this when I don’t even brood on death It’s my first day off in a while Only the guitar rings out thick Over the top of wordless violence my tires roll straight ahead ⸻ [Outro] Thistle flowers are blooming There’s a smell of spring Above me, monkey missiles slide across the sky on the same orbit It’s my first day off in a while I ride my bicycle through the city The chain is slightly rusty but it still turns well
