There are men in shades just standing around
These bleeding stars, the paradox.
Let the eyes of God be our god
To find a gentle path.
Theres a broken record playing in tune
To the floating waves of the antennae,
And you were just a little guy,
And I was little, too.
And everything´s just floating freely,
Just rocking around like a rocking horse,
Just jiggling around like silly putty,
And who are you & I?
And you were looking at me smiling,
The aliens were just arriving,
Wherever they´re heading next,
Speaking secret tounges.
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