Soon it will be the phase of the moon
When people tune in.
Every girl knows about the punctual blues,
But who´s to know the power behind our moves?

A day of coincidence with the radio,
And a word that won´t go away.
We know what they´re all going to say.
"G" arrives--"Funny, had a feeling he was on his way!"

We raise our hats to the strange phenomena.
Soul-birds of a feather flock together.
We raise our hats to the hand a-moulding us.
Sure ´nuff, he has the answer,
He has the answer
He has the answer, be-duh-be-duh-be-duh-be-duh...
"Om mani padme,
Om mani padme,
Om mani padme hum."*

You pick up a paper. You read a name.

You go out. It turns up again and again.
You bump into a friend you haven´t seen for a long time,
Then into another you only thought about last night.

You hear your sister calling for you,
But you don´t know where from.
You know there´s something wrong,
But you don´t want to believe in a premonition.

We raise our hats to the strange phenomena.
Soul-birds of a feather flock together.
We raise our hats to the hand a-moulding us.
Sure ´nuff, he has the answer,
He has the answer
He has the answer, be-duh-be-duh-be-duh-be-duh...

"Om mani padme,
Om mani padme,
Om mani padme hum."*

"Om mani padme hum.
Om mani padme hum.
Om mani padme hum.
Om mani padme hum..."