Running Thoughts - Deerhoof

They were called The Runners Four

Always slipping through the back door

When they come ashore

Sneaking through their precious load

Cheating customs in a speedboat

When they come in from far away

Oh they never can stay

They fly away to other skies

With the sun in their eyes

Make their entrance two by two

Bringing us a thought that's so new

Whistling secret tunes

And smuggling through their precious smile

Breaking customs for a short while