Iron bridges, melodic chimes Things I made for you back then. All these clocks are only marking time Let's invent them all again. Folding chairs and building blocks Magic mirrors to pretend....
He won't know Adorno He's an adult with an adcult You can buy your way into his head He was never better Wearing sneakers and a sweater Made by 12-year-olds sweating in Shenzhen He says, Let's drive,...
Signs on every mountain side line highways, stitching desert thread. Billboards break my spirits down, sky writing in this shell over my head My soul goes with your logos From check-in to the flight...
I'm on my way Back to the time, before we were wired. I'm on my way Back from the light of switchboards and dials Back from chaos, rewind I'm on my way Back from the time, of mainframes and lines I'm...