I saw it over the yard, came down like a meteor

Never seen anything move like that before

I want to know what's going on, time keeps disappearing

Lightning storm, paranormal static warble on the wire

We used to lie in your bedroom

And watch the X-Files all night

Now that you're dead

I want to believe in something else, something

I keep seeing you around, something's missing, something's bound

To turn up sooner or later, had a tail for half a mile

Starling patterns in the sky, in the coffin you were lying

It didn't look like you at all, something's going on

We used to lie in your bedroom

And watch the X-Files all night

Now that you're dead

I want to believe in something else, something

Something else, something

Something else

Something magic, in-between

Whatever's hiding in the weeds

Something distant, something lost

Something more than ash and dust

And a little planet on its axis

Parking tickets, death, and taxes

Lighting storm, paranormal static warble on the wire