[Intro]
From the start, nobody knew what to make of it
It looked like nothing anyone had ever seen
Scientists rushed to study it
Artists to capture it, mystics to worship it
They all thought they could know it, claim it
But the longer you looked at it, the more it would change
By the time they thought they had figured it out, it was something else
I tried to take a picture that first day
But the photo just came out black
All we knew is that it was here now
And by the second day, as it hung there in the sky, iridescеnt and massive
It suddenly seemed familiar, еven friendly
And we knew its name
We walk with it on our minds like a strange dream
It was a message
This summer is gonna be a little different
Baauer, Baauer, Baauer