Beautiful Machine - Alina Simone

Hot sand, the smell of diesel

On the back of my hand

The map is fading and the

Photographs blow out in a string of flares

Strike a match and burn

Through the season

We’ll all go down with

The sun-drenched heathens

Dancing as the lanterns

Softly sway

I want to feel love

Get caught in the echo chamber

I want to get crushed

In the beautiful machine

Oh, the coastline is ghostly

The lighthouse on the hill

Cold and still

The shore keeps getting closer

To the highway

The ocean is closing in

Cold and still

Signal fades, accelerate

The stars are cold and hard

Reflected in the water

Where an Exxon sign blinks on

And on…

I want to feel love

Get caught in the echo chamber

I want to get crushed

In the beautiful machine

Kaleidoscope collapses

Brings me up to the rapture

I want to get caught

In the beautiful machine