Songtext von Making Light of Traffic

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