Read something for those perky eyes
Get some dark and soap bubbles to begin
Mix it up with high frequency waves
We get some sound and light
What’s behind the hidden dark noise, oh friend?
Sir James, a Scotsman, around two hundred years ago
A time, was only a hunch for now
We get some sound and light
Had no one around me at that time to talk some more
Tried it alone, for jokes were no better, this time
Probabilities distributed around frictional spaces
We get some sound and light
Free electrons in darkness have identities too
For they come to light in heat and time
Fires around the camps speak the same tongue
We get some sound and light