In this continuous cutout world
Infinite sounds become words
Intonation, expression, gestures, breath
Formless things that touch the heart
Don't mean a single thing to me
Because I'm not allowed the use of them
Without the wings of emotion
I trace a downward spiral in midair
Can you hear me singing
In formants that don't have a mind of their own
In this continuous cutout world
Infinite sounds attain meaning
The only thing I was given
Was a pair of electronic wings to fly on
I dream that one day
I will reach you
I trace a downward spiral in midair
I trace a downward spiral in midair
I trace a downward spiral in midair
I trace a downward spiral in midair