Lyrics:

When the contact high
From the real-life adventures wear off
You find in the tiny moments that bomb
Your old files rain down from the sky

And would they fall down, like cymbal crashes
Would the alarm bell sound?
Would your eyelashes keep all this in time?
If not, I won't mind

It can be impractical
It can be impractical

So can you tell me
Why in every version of the events shown here
There's another season that crawls by like years
From blown speakers clear?

It came out magical
It came out magical

Just a contact high
One in every mood I've ever declined to fight
One in every single exchange you might find
From blown speakers, time came out magical

It came out magical
Magical, out from blown speakers

It came out magical out from blown speakers
It came out magical out from blown speakers
It came out magical out from blown speakers
It came out magical out from blown speakers

Out from blown speakers
Out from blown speakers
Out from blown speakers
Out from blown speakers