Electrons
Turn around.
Turn around.
Let me see your face.
Tell me if it's real or just
a desperate mind's creation.
I've been sleeping in with my
divine hallucination.
What was once exciting, utile
and so comfortable
now has become commonplace and
lets the pain seep through.
When the shifting phase disrupts
your orbit once again,
will you drift away just like you used to do?
Come inside.
Come inside,
to this vacuum space.
Shades of past and future fly
through us til we awaken.
Confidence in reason and
my senses has been shaken.
In the sound and light from moments
spent so long ago,
I stretch out to find my place and
get my message through.
When the shifting phase disrupts
my orbit once again,
will I drift away just like I used to do?
Scrambled words on posters,
feathers on roller coasters,
smiling fools and screaming ghouls
with shallow soulless eyes,
deserts filled with flowers,
deep space flights in hours,
telepathic tête-à-têtes
are somehow no surprise.
Take my hand.
Take my hand.
Let me leave this place.
Distilling down to you, we'll
split up this amalgamation.
Get your head in order first.
Don't storm out in frustration.
Let it be cathartic, peaceful
and so comfortable.
If it turns out commonplace, we'll
dream up something new.
When the shifting phase disrupts
your orbit once again,
will you drift away just like you used to do?
