(Indistinct voices talking)
Don't take this flower for an ocean
A breeze is blowing from over the sea
In a life that lies beyond us yet
The notes upon
The blue guitar
Were things exactly
As they are
Don’t speak of all our greatness
A torch is dying under the ground
Our vaults and structures come crashing down
The Earth, for us
Is something rare;
Half in shadow
All that’s there
Don’t dream of life under amber
Of shells cracking, dry in the air
Become a class of things that are:
A blue guitar
A set of stars
Or those exactly
Who they are
[Overlapping, Friend King & Allison Stock]
[Repeated]
In you
In me
In you
In me
Consciousness and cognizance combine to dissonance
It's a tough to translate psychological state
That hates what I create
Screw you
You with your biased view
Su-per-con-ducting
Su-per-collide
Su-per-con-ducting (Now we're sailing on the Sea of Dirac)
Su-per-collide
Algorithmically
Banish all your guilt
Neurochemistry
Without flaws built
What do
I have to say to you
How long have we been here
How do we get back?