There's nothing but static
On the televangelist
Turning all the dials
But it just won't end the hiss
Black and white keep fighting
And create a fuzzy grey
Images may surface
But I just can't get them to stay
And I know
I don't know
And I know
That there's no
One who knows
People keep on talking
'Bout the scenes from yesternight
Arguing the details
And if the script was tight
Praising all the colors
And the angles that were used
But impassioned, lifeless hornets
Were all the antennas transfused
And I know
I don't know
I don't know
How they know
That they know
'Cause the signals
That the dishes are throwing
Aren't these sounds and shapes
My screen has been showing
And it almost seems impossible
To try and reconcile the two
Yeah, these sounds and shapes
My screen has been showing
Don't align with what
My heart's undergoing
And I know
That there's no
One who knows
