The things you make are made of you
Curved mirror hanging there reflecting idea
It's another point of view
And what is it for if not to look upon what you fear?
There's a message coming over Low frequencies
There's a message coming over in sequences
There's a message coming over Low frequencies
There's a message coming over in sequences
Suspended by a thread, turning on the illusion
Suspended halfway between the miraculous and the everyday
The hammer clear as a bell
echoed through the air
Sounding constantly ringing out clear
Too tangled up I couldn't tell
Catastrophe architecture
was all I could hear
There's a message coming over Low frequencies
Travelling along the line
There's a message coming over in sequences
There's a message coming over Low frequencies
Travelling, travelling
There's a message coming over in sequences
Suspended by a thread, turning on the illusion
Suspended halfway between the miraculous and the everyday
Forgotten things, forgotten things
Suspended by a thread, turning on the illusion
Suspended halfway between the miraculous and the everyday
You wanted miracles, well here they are