It was very late last night nI sat at the radio nDialing from left to rightnWhy I do not knownnI heard a man in a voice lownAnd sweet with circumspectionnSay innocent listener don’t you knownThe flame is its own reflectionnThe flame is its own reflectionnnHe turned me on off I turned himnWe tuned out all directionnI sat alone my head aswimnThe flame is its own reflection!nThe flame is its own reflection!nnThe universe is nought but soundnSound is its own perfectionnMind is the only truth I’ve foundnThe flame is its own reflection!nThe flame is its own reflection!nnI sat alone my head aswimnThe flame is its own reflection!nMind is the only truth I’ve foundnThe flame is its own reflection!nMind is the only truth I’ve foundnThe flame is its own reflection!nThe flame is its own reflection!n