When the contact high from the real life adventures wear off,
You find, in the tiny moments that bomb, your old files rain down from the sky
And would they fall down, like cymbal crashes, would the alarm bell sound?
Would your eyelashes keep all this in time? If not, I won't mind
It can be impractical
So can you tell me why in every version of the events shown here,
There's another season that crawls by like years, from blown speakers clear?
It came out magical
Just a contact high, one in every mood I've ever declined to fight
One in every single exchange you might find
From blown speakers, time came out magical
It came out magical, out from blown speakers
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When the contact high from the real life adventures wear off,
You find, in the tiny moments that bomb, your old files rain down from the sky
And would they fall down, like cymbal crashes, would the alarm bell sound?
Would your eyelashes keep all this in time? If not, I won't mind
It can be impractical
So can you tell me why in every version of the events shown here,
There's another season that crawls by like years, from blown speakers clear?
It came out magical
Just a contact high, one in every mood I've ever declined to fight
One in every single exchange you might find
From blown speakers, time came out magical
It came out magical, out from blown speakers
You find, in the tiny moments that bomb, your old files rain down from the sky
And would they fall down, like cymbal crashes, would the alarm bell sound?
Would your eyelashes keep all this in time? If not, I won't mind
It can be impractical
So can you tell me why in every version of the events shown here,
There's another season that crawls by like years, from blown speakers clear?
It came out magical
Just a contact high, one in every mood I've ever declined to fight
One in every single exchange you might find
From blown speakers, time came out magical
It came out magical, out from blown speakers
Writer: Carl Allan Newman
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management