[Lyric] Not Of This World (Brahms' Third Racket)

Not of this world
Nothing I can recognize
Neither boy nor girl
Can’t see with human eyes

Out of the dark
Out of the deeper reaches
Building a spark
But nothing to put a finger on

Not of this world
Nothing I can analyze
Neither flesh nor bone
No thoughts to crystallize

Out of the night
Out of the smallest corner
Losing my sight
Stuck on the tip of my tongue

Out of the blue
Out of the back of my mind
Something to prove
But nothing to put a finger on
You've got the right to get it wrong
To cut it short before too long
Faster than the eye can see
But slower than the mind believes

Not of this world
Nothing I can sanitize
Neither man nor tool
No pulp to pulverize

Out of the black
Into the light of daytime
Massive attack
Only a matter of time

Out of the dark
Into a wordless nightmare
In quotation marks
But nothing to put a finger on