Subatomic stars are ficklenIn the dump-truck of creationnAlways flying out in pairsnTo the other end of ParisnThere's no time to send a messagenThere's no space to cross an oceannBut they're spinning like true brothersnAlways hip on all the othersnMr. Aspect hide the papersnIn a crashing speedy tunnelnGhostly pop of transformationnCatch the light in its mutationnSly, Slinky, Sly Slide to the other sidenSlinky, Sly Slide to the other sidenLiving hidden inside slinkynFrom the egg to CrocostimpynTurn my head the chair collapsesnInto alternating lapsesnFrom the future waves are comingnGet your senses in the runningnOne decision and it's overnAll the others head for DovernSly, Slinky, Sly Slide to the other sidenSlinky, Sly Slide to the othernSly, Slinky, Sly Slide to the other sidenSlinky, Sly Slide to the other siden