Cut me on the dotted line
Well I swear it's been here this whole time
Instructions for taking me apart
Couldn't read it 'til it got this dark

And when dawn doesn't break it bends
Yeah, how will you find your friends?
Feet in the air and your head in the sand
How will you find your friends?

Oh, the creature in the compost pile
Is put together from leaves and bile
Waving branches and faking smiles
But offers no direction
But you can burn that trash for a little light
You can stack empty cans to a great, great height
Send out signals from way up there
How to cross the open air
Listen for affection

'Cause when dawn doesn't break it bends
Oh, how will you find your friends?
Feet in the air, head stuck deep in the sand
How will you find your friends?

When dawn doesn't break it bends
Oh, how will you find your friends?
With the pictures you took
Letters you never sent
How will you find your friends?

When dawn doesn't break it bends
When dawn doesn't break it bends
When dawn doesn't break it bends

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Mac McCaughan