[Verse 1]

Yellow curry for my lunch today

The traffic light was red again

My favorite socks don't match, it's okay

Pork neck is pork, that's what they say

[Chorus]

Oh, concrete language

It's all around me, spinning in the air

Oh, this strange magic

A cat is sleeping on the kitchen chair

[Verse 2]

The Wi-Fi password is hard to type

Need to do the laundry later tonight

My phone is at eleven percent

I wonder where my money went

[Chorus]

Oh, concrete language

It's all around me, spinning in the air

Oh, this strange magic

A cat is sleeping on the kitchen chair

[Verse 3]

My coffee is a little cold

A story that I've never told

About a mole with a shattered treasure

It's a story of forgotten pleasure

[Chorus]

Oh, concrete language

It's all around me, spinning in the air

Oh, this strange magic

A cat is sleeping on the kitchen chair

[Bridge]

Sometimes the left shoe

Doesn't really know the right shoe's plan

And the truth is, that mole was a 'she'

[Music fades to almost nothing, a soft whisper]

You're probably still searching for the meaning, right?

But there is no meaning here.

Just some words that came to my mind.

...Gotcha.

[Abrupt silence]