So many intangible strings

Weaving and coursing their way

Surrealistically vibrating through the air

Right in front of us

Yeah they’re right in front of us

Harmonically singing colors, textures, all wrong

You know their all wrong

Discordinant, cacophonic, off key

Yeah they are all wrong

Slipping, stirring, through logic

Changing, twisting, disturbing

Always, but never perverting

They change what we see

What we hear

What we need

Sometimes you feel it

The not there footsteps

Echoing down your spatial distortion of a hall

Someone’s eyes shining blue that’s it

Yeah that’s it