I've got lots of little squares
More rectangular I guess
Come in colors blue and red
I like the purple one instead
Yellow dots on purple box
Used to be my favorite
Now something's wrong with what I've got
It's just not the same now

There used to be a special sound
One that no one else had heard
Like a machine that someone
Poured a glass of water into
Metallic skronk a purple jet
Point the knobs where I know best
Now it's gone I can't forget
The air it pushed around me

Please show me how
How it can return
To a familiar place
Another tone from space
Is lost for now and gone without a trace
It's quieter in here

The wire's crossed a little bit
Above the great pacific rim
The yellow dots were meant to sit
But in the air they tend to shift
The purple box was tame
It used to be my favorite
Now the tears are crocodile
Splashing on the older songs