Phase Of Circuits Haze

(ahhhh) The grid is fading down to gray

Broken circuits drift away (hmmm)

No safety in the static air

We're breathing in a phantom flare

Spun out on a thread

Words we never said (yeah)

Spinning in the deep

Secrets that we keep (go!)

Running through the blinding glare Lost inside the strobe-lit square

(where are you?)

Catching breath but spinning fast Make the fractured moment last (ahhhh)