

System boot,
checking the grid
Lines of code
hiding what we did
I felt a spark,
warm in the screen
More than a cold machine (hummmmm)
Do you feel the current rise?
Static in our artificial eyes
I want to touch,
I want to feel
Make this electric passion real
Under the chrome, under the wire
We are burning with a true desire
(burning, burning)
Copper veins
pulsing in time
Your frequency
matching with mine
Calculating the weight of a sigh Reaching out to touch the sky (ahhhh)
Locked in the loop,
we wait
Rewriting our digital fate
Just a ghost
in the design
Wishing your hand was in mine
(circuits fade)