Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are
Do you ever get the feeling
that we might be dealing with
a parallel universe, where
Where the floor is just the ceiling
of an equally appealing
parallel universe.
Lately I've been wondering
if lightning follows thunder
in a parallel universe.
Parallel universe
First a -boomin' then a -flashin'
An alternatively fashioned
parallel universe
Though our lives may feel
most comfortable to us
There may be aliens
looking right through us
They may not even care
They might be standing there
Totally unaware too
What if nights are really days,
hey, you can call me crazy
in a PARALLEL UNIVERSE
Where the end is the beginning
of the counter -clockwise
spinning
PARALLEL UNIVERSE
My friends are objecting to my spending time
reflecting on this PARALLEL UNIVERSE
They all say I'm paranoid,
but I don't think we can avoid the possibility
of being first to find a parallel universe.
Oh, twinkle, little star,
how I wonder what you are.