[Chorus]
When you speak your voice goes to outer space
My words are typhoons, who suck them right out of a storm
And all the satellites are Russian spies in fifty suits
Tampering my coat and into theories

[Verse 1]
With bleeps and hiss the sky eyes talk to themselves
Too many screens flicker and I walked out
A radio freak in a storm
At the edge of the downs
With braindead smell of my cells disconnecting

[Verse 2]
At this mind of a telescope I squirm like a bug
Under scrutiny under gloves that's thick for short-sighted distant objects
Whirl on my spinning chair
I can't defy gravity
The centre of the universe is in my solid blood cells