Call it a mix-up

Call it unsympathetic

Through all of the hiccups

Well, all of it felt poetic.

I'd lost my rhythm

Couldn't remember my name

Call but no pickup

You were the buzz in my brain.

A strong magnetic field

Monolithic in its feel

It's a strong magnetic field

In its feel.

I felt you slipping

Pulled by the current, overcame

In a state of flux

I guess there's no one to blame.

It's a strong magnetic field

Monolithic in its feel

It's a strong magnetic field

In its feel.