Claprhythmpads

(shh,

yeah)

Tracing circles in the dust on the sill

You talk of moving but we're standing still

(tick tock) Watch the shadow climb the bedroom wall

One soft push and then we're bound to fall

Oh, we're waiting on a spark (just a spark) Moving slowly in

the dark

Suddenly we're spinning in a widescreen view

Blooming like a garden under neon blue (ahhh) We are kinetic,

we are out of bounds

Floating in a wave of these synthetic sounds

Paper architecture, house made of cards

We count the seconds but we go too far

(click, click) Your fingers tapping on a glass of light

We find our gravity in middle-night

Suddenly we're spinning in a widescreen view

Blooming like a garden under neon blue

(ahhh) We are kinetic,

we are out of bounds

Floating in a wave of these synthetic sounds

(kinetic, synthetic...)