Microscope Frankie and the Witch Fingers

I close my eyes to see
Patterns in skies inside realms that I've never been able to see
Symmetrical as they could be
And circling me carefully unto the clouds that I stood on
That glew a blue and reddish green (hey)

Falling even further down into the egolessness sounds
Of the dialing tones within that echoed "Ah you’re just a clown?" (hey)

Ah it's such a strange thing, it's just a miracle truth
Its a holy night it’s circling for you
It tells you who you are and how your body feels
Makes your lights feel groovy and your colors real
It makes connections fit like a puzzle piece
Puts you down inside your inner meaning
Helps you out if you are afraid of hope
Puts you in your head with a microscope
A microscope
A microscope
A microscope

I dialed the five within my mind
Which is to say I dialed in time
Because the minute I looked up
I swore I never would come down
But down is neither here or there
When words they slowly did appear
Like caterpillar smoke
I read them carefully aloud (hey)