Things kinda strange now Not much choice but to hang on and on Guess my daughter ought to write a song Cause I've been unable To come up with a label To define this new phenomenon This might turn fatal The chasing of tails leaves me unstable It's the lowest of all echelons I've been unable To decipher this strange code To decrypt this new phenomenon The lowest of all echelons This might turn fatal No high without a low I am just waiting this out No high without a low I am just waiting this out Things kinda strange now Not much choice but to hang on and on Hang on and on On and on This might turn fatal No high without a low I am just waiting this out No high without a low I am just waiting this out