Beck. Hidden Song. Zeneszám

[not sure of the lyrics 4 that one... anyway]

Looking back at some dead world that looked so new
Abysses and fountains that they named for you
Dazzled wits and accidents which are steadin'
Hairy cameras spreadin' 'round the golden blues

Oooooh...
Oooooh...

(? ? ? ? ) trained infections from an usher's heart
Joyous cat reaches from derelict bullet flies

Hear their lonesome whistle blow
No direction to the (? ? ? ? )
In a seam of rivalry
A tearful (? ? ? ? ) turned to why
(? ? ? ? ), cold and gray

Scented (? ? ? ? ) plum away towards man

Oooooh...
Oooooh...

Looking back at some dead world that looked so new
Abysses and fountains that they named for you
So ungreatful to the who's and what's and (? ? ? ? )
(? ? ? ? ) confections looked so out of place

Looking back at some dead world that looked so new
Looking back at some dead world that looked so new
Looking back at some dead world that looked so new
Looking back at some dead world that looked so new