From Blown Speakers

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 skies 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