It's a summer day in January So I go for a ride My bike breaks down off of route 32 Under the steeple glowing with imperial gloom Angels laughing at the man in the moon While we're searching for god singing come back soon Big secrets by a dark satellite (?) Blur your sight Constant blinking Blinking through the night The engine clicks Like beetles in spring Not saying the truth is a form of a lie The tulips bloomed way too soon to survive I realized while watching you and your lover drive by Devil laughing at the man on the moon While we're searching for science singing come back soon Big secrets by a dark satellite Projecting racetracks In the sky A smudge in the cosmic eye A swift blinking (keep on blinking) Of the sky A big blinking (keep on blinking) Cosmic eye