there are men in shades, just standing around
these bleeding stars, the paradox
let the eyes of god be our guide to find a gentle path

there's a broken record playing a tune
to the floating waves of the antennas
and you were just a little guy, and i was little too

and everything is just floating freely,
just rocking around like a rocking horse
just jiggling around like silly putty,
and who are you and i?

and you were looking at me smiling,
the aliens were just arriving,
wherever they are headed next,
speaking secret tongues