It was very late last night

I sat at the radio

Dialing from left to right

Why, I do not know

I heard a man in a voice low

And sweet with circumspection

Say innocent listener, don't you know

The flame is its own reflection

The flame is its own reflection

He turned me on, off I turned him

We tuned out all direction

I sat alone my head aswim

The flame is its own reflection!

The flame is its own reflection!

[radio sounds]

The universe is nought but sound

Sound is its own perfection

Mind is the only truth I've found

The flame is its own reflection!

The flame is its own reflection!

I sat alone my head aswim

The flame is its own reflection!

Mind is the only truth I've found

The flame is its own reflection!

Mind is the only truth I've found

The flame is its own reflection!

The flame is its own reflection!