Текст песни
I speak to the digital
A world where signals are cryptic
I live the original
Among the skeptics
She’s not from the pinnacle
Not those girls with their lipsticks
Alchemy’s not this subtle
Despite the critics
Even if she’s meant to look
I saw her iris flinched
She’s catching me on the hook
My heart’s tickled and pinched
A whisper lifts her skirt
Did she just blush ?
Her hands under my shirt
Turned by her touch
We lay here, on the ground
Muscles tighten on her
In lust we have drowned
Dreamy we were
I pawn my angst and my tears
For her to shine above my eyes
Passing over the frontiers
Ethereal lies
Rules aren’t written in a book
Asimov's Laws in you are print
The good people and the crook
Wanted me lynched
A whisper lifts her skirt
Did she just blush ?
Her hands under my shirt
Turned by her touch
We lay here, on the ground
Muscles tighten on her
In lust we have drowned
Dreamy we were
I cannot live this irony
My dreams turning spirally
I cannot live my dreams
