Angle Of Reflection

"What a second or two can do to my brain

All you have to do, is to do it again

The angle of incidence equals

The angle of reflection

So there’s nothing new and i’m easily bored

All i have to know: would you do it once more

And there i go again

In a different direction

You don’t read, you just turn pages

You haven’t read a word in ages

The book is a mirror

And the word recognition

You play with everyone

And i pretend to play along

You know the way that things are done

Without the new

You play with everything

And i pretend to play along

I know the things you have to do

Without the new

What a second look can do to a fact

Whatever you give, you’ll never get it back

The angle of incidence equals

The angle of reflection

From only one out of ten to almost one out of two

Simple, proper, by the book

Here they go, once more

A new direction

Sell one treasure to buy another

What’s in your hands when you finally discover

It’s the same

Beyond all recognition

You play with everyone

And i pretend to play along

You know the way that things are done

Without the new

You play with everything

And i pretend to play along

I know the things you have to do

Without the new"