I’m the meaning of the fallout and its radius
‘Tis the season for the monarchs all to treason
It’s the rug underneath that I suspect the least
And now without it I’m less inclined to reasoning
Oh Oh Oh
But you still just can’t say no
Not while behind blast defenses
Oh Oh Oh
With you it’s only go go go
Unvexed by storm or tempest
I’ve been learning how the fallout takes the shape of
The cloaked and stealthy
Just like all the monarch missionary
It’s the rug underneath that always seemed so complete
But I’ve got the feeling what we’re standing on is unweaving
Come and see yourself under a different light
Some parts will go into shadow
But some parts brighten
Why fear what you might find
While standing in front of the mirror’s mime
In the spin of the motion dimensions blossom
Catch yourself in a grin
When you thought you’d forgotten
Blast defenses come down
And your standing all awash in warming light
I’m the meaning of the fallout and its radius
It’s the rug underneath that you’ll suspect the least
