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 gla** 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