Every microphone's a speaker too, every speaker is a microphone it's true Gonna send a set of signals down, through the pipeline underneath the ocean blue Sometimes a beam of light engulfs us when we hit the studio From Santa Monica to San Sebastian with no shadow, ALTO If you wanna sing a circuit song, magic fingertips can play along with you Discombobulate the distant drums, till the resolution overcomes the view Slow down inside, pulling back from the mountainside Make time collapse, overcome seasons Hyperlapse When you're breaking down and your heart's a rock, your mind's a cave Summon a choir, we can make it open up onto the stave When you're bouncing down and a mental block occludes a sound The contradiction can be found, riding radio waves Every Saturday we hit the beach, building castles till we reach the stratosphere Tesselating like an Escher dream, till you see us from another hemisphere Sometimes a thought bubble appears above our heads like mistletoe From hippocampus to the epithalamus in rococo, ALTO If you wanna sing a secret song, magic pineal can dream along with you Every time the beat quantizes, automatic adagio, ALTO Slow down serene, pulling back from the movie screen As clouds unfold, overcome stories stranglehold When you're breaking down and your day won't start, your blanket sky Covered in fog, when your thoughts intensify we'll come around When an absent friend reappears in town, remember Sunny memories can never drown When you focus right on a complex plan, a simpler one Beckons you forth, keep your train on track a turned tick at a time When an engineer opens up the gate, remember to Begin again before too late