Walking down the road and thinking ‘bout belief,
You say you got that true religion and all the rest is deceit.
But you can find it way up on the sun…

MAGNIFY INFINITY,
tell my exactly what do you see?
FIND ETERNAL SYMMETRY,
send a little back to me.
ALL THAT LIVES INQUISITIVE
IS FREE FROM COUNTERFEIT BELIEF
THESE ASSUMPTIONS GET DEBUNKED NOW
EACH DAY ROLLING ROUND THE SUN…

I see it tangle and rip,
in a scrapbook sham keep autonomy in your script.
Stepping outta your cage,
don’t burn out fast, get slack on a stranger’s page.
And whatever the time,
the frostbite life be pedalling a different line.
Imitating the heat,
no floors, just soapbox soars sticking to your feet.
Now I couldn’t buy a word you sell,
It’s a gamblers’ queue at the wishing well,
And way down deep it don’t get cheap,
and secrets like to stay discreet.

YEAH….

I’M A RAUCOUS OPTIMIST,
A TOURIST TO THESE TROUBLED TIMES.
DISAPPEARING COSMIC CEILINGS,
RAISE THE ROOF AND MAKE A SCENE.

And MAGNIFY INFINITY,
tell me exactly what do you see?
FIND ETERNAL SYMMETRY,
send a little back to me.
PULL THE SKY THROUGH A NEEDLE’S EYE,
all the patterns that divide and they multiply.
MAGNIFY INFINITY,
nothing like a sight to believe, YEAH…

Jumping straight off the map,
I leave the mundane plane like a cannonball holograph.
I don’t mind the debris,
I keep a pinstripe strut when I’m kicking ‘bout litter in jeans
And down every street,
contort and stiffen, just mimicking grey concrete.
Might as well be a grave,
ain’t no life if you’re living in a pavement cave.
Getting back to all that’s been,
Ooo yes, and thinking how it’s gonna end,
Well the sky sure gonna come tumbling down,
And the water gonna take back all the ground.
Trying to preach what you have found,
Some people just jumping up and down,
Well the more you leap in your pulpit
The faster it’s going to sink and slip.

YEAH…

ALL THAT LIVES INQUISITIVE
IS FREE FROM COUNTERFEIT BELIEF
SHUN THE STATIC STATISTICS
THAT LURK IN DYNAMO DISGUISE…

I’ve seen the greatest sights, I had to leave behind
Now I’m rolling on my way back home, yes and I’m feeling fine.
‘Cept the boots on my feet and the clothes on my back,
I’m all but a ticket to roll down the track...

MAGNIFY INFINITY,
QUENCH YOUR CURIOSITY.
FIND ETERNAL SYMMETRY,
Jump, hop, skip, bounce to the rhythm.
SILVER BELLS AND PINS THAT TINGLE
FROM MY FINGER TIPS TO TOES.
WRITE YOURSELF A TELEGRAM
WHEN POSTCARDS OF PERCEPTION FAIL.