Silk

The things you make are made of you Curved mirror hanging there reflecting idea It's another point of view And what is it for if not to look upon what you fear? There's a message coming over Low frequencies There's a message coming over in sequences There's a message coming over Low frequencies There's a message coming over in sequences Suspended by a thread, turning on the illusion Suspended halfway between the miraculous and the everyday The hammer clear as a bell Echoed through the air Sounding constantly ringing out clear Too tangled up I couldn't tell Catastrophe architecture Was all I could hear There's a message coming over Low frequencies Travelling along the line There's a message coming over in sequences There's a message coming over Low frequencies Travelling, travelling There's a message coming over in sequences Suspended by a thread, turning on the illusion Suspended halfway between the miraculous and the everyday Forgotten things, forgotten things Suspended by a thread, turning on the illusion Suspended halfway between the miraculous and the everyday You wanted miracles, well here they are