[Well if you’re out and about on the freeways this morning, no dinosaurs to worry about.]

So many ways to wait beyond the lines that border us from them

Don´t take a shot, a smoke to trigger just a little bit from them

Can´t be a crime to meddle
Can´t be wrong to push the pedal
Queasy and grime, no balance
Standing bones don´t up the level

So many times, the prints don´t match the brush that painted it [from them]
Don´t take a forge, or wait to dazzle as a conjurer [from them]

Behind the drape, un-ageing
Behind aims of rearrangements
Stuck in the slime, no paddle
Guarded life, don´t tend to dabble

Legalise this principle
Jump into our spot not physical
Bring it closer to the middle, want to write with control
[one step a] [what´s left but]

Wander from the cynical
Take a look at this atypical
With an amplitude for rhythm
As a tightening will, just when it starts to let go

Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus

Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus

So many ways
Can´t be a crime
Behind the drape

Wander from the cynical
Take a look at this atypical
With an answer to the riddle
As the tightening grip, just when it starts to let go

Jump into a spot not physical
Bring it closer to the middle
Want to write with control
A slipping grip has let go

Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus