Switches

Well we’re all hooked up to
Invisible worlds by some cosmic machinery.
And when I can’t connect I sometimes
Suspect there’s someone throwin’
Some switches on me.
Someone. Someone. Someone’s throwing
Some switches on me.

Well we made some laws to
Contain this world in scientific methodology.
But the corners leak and the floorboards
Creak and there’s someone throwin’
Some switches on me.
Someone. Someone. Someone’s throwin’
Some switches on me.

Bridge:
Well the watchman sits in a dusty
Room full of angel gears and pulleys.
And the watchman sweats and he pulls
That lever and the black hole spins
And it pulls me in.

When I take my rest, my poor head
Fills up with all this Technicolor scenery.
And though my brain knows why
My soul sometimes cries, “There’s
Somebody throwin’ some switches on me.”
Someone. Someone. Someone’s throwin’
Some switches on me.

I been sittin’ here starin’
At a light bulb glarin’
In the middle of an empty black sea.
It’s like I’m almost there and then
The sirens blare and there’s somebody
Throwin’ some switches on me.
Someone. Someone. Someone’s throwin’
Some switches on me.

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