Secret Tongues - The Moldy Peaches

There are men in shades, just standing around

These bleeding stars, the paradox

Let the eyes of God be our guide to find a gentle path

There’s a broken record playing a tune

To the floating waves of the antennas

And you were just a little guy, and I was little too

And everything is just floating freely

Just rocking around like a rocking horse

Just jiggling around like silly putty

And who are you and I?

And you were looking at me smiling

The aliens were just arriving

Wherever they are headed next

Speaking secret tongues