Bubblemath - Making Light of Traffic lyrics

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Music: Smith

Lyrics: Esbensen

Dark woodland night

A tiny little shiny

Shimmer glowing, glimmer growing

Showing through the trees and leaves no traces

Complicating evidence, giving people pause

Day by day the legend grows

Mysterious

Grimly daunting, dimly haunting

Flaunting in the forest every evening

Everybody's wondering what could be the cause

Floating over the power lines, something shines

Driving yellow and red aberrations through the night

People flocking from everywhere stop and stare

Grasping wildly for explanations to be right

Swamp gas, ghostly souls, UFOs and anti-gravity

Theories filled with holes dig an even bigger cavity

Swamp gas, ghostly souls, UFOs and anti-gravity

Theories filled with holes dig an even grittier cavity than before

People stand consorting, reporting what it could be

Twisted lips distorting the truth of what they see

Mystics ignoring statistics to serve and service their logistics

Pursuing their viewing while happily grappling and misconstruing

Miles away

A sprawling line of trawling

Traffic linking graphic blinking

Winking with their headlights and their tail-lights

Innocently, perfectly pointed photon load

Proven wrong, the people glare

Still pointlessly

Clinging, crying, stinging, lying

Trying to deny the boring answer:

Ordinary vehicles being on a road

Swamp gas, ghostly souls, UFOs, and anti-gravity

Theories filled with holes dig an even bigger cavity

Swamp gas, ghostly souls, UFOs and anti-gravity

Theories filled with holes dig an even grittier cavity than before