Lyrics Guided by Voices

Guided by Voices

Optical Hopscotch

Meet me at the market

Where you bought me out

Closely examine

The contact point of the

opposing rams

Now we are playing optical hopscotch

Now we are over here

Sketching the field of the spies

Front me a coroner's allotment

I'll not fail to return

An exact Earth pinprick

Now we are engaged in optical hopscotch

What's left of our vision?

Our swimming vision?

Of what division?

Look!