From Blown Speakers - The New Pornographers

When the contact high

From the real life

Adventures wear off, you find

In the tiny moments

That bomb your old files

Rain down from the skies

And would they fall down

Like cymbal crashes

Would the alarm bell sound?

Would your eyelashes

Keep all this in time?

If not, I won’t mind

It can be impractical

It can be impractical

So can you tell me

Why in every version

Of the events shown here

There’s another season

That crawls by like years

From blown speakers, hear?

It came out magical

It came out magical

Just a contact high

One in every mood

I’ve ever declined to fight

One in every single

Exchange you might find

From blown speakers time

It came out magical

It came out magical

Magical, out from blown speakers

It came out magical, out from blown speakers

It came out magical, out from blown speakers

It came out magical, out from blown speakers

Out from blown speakers

Out from blown speakers

Out from blown speakers

Out from blown speakers