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Space Of Variations

OUTER SPACE

 

OUTER SPACE

(album: IMAGO - 2022)


The signals are triggered
This is the countdown to the final chase
I know that you feel it too
The energy sways with terror and grace
Stay with me
The waves brought us to this place
Perfectly pristine
We fall into outer space

We fall into outer space
We're falling
We fall into outer space
We're falling
We're falling

My memory is a broken mirror
Billions of galaxies are in every neuron
My imaginary friends are dead. I'm done!
Nothing to write on my gravestone

They chase us through the night
Who choose to be deaf and blind
In the ocean all the motion
Searching for one we will never find

And the weight of the chains
Is pulling me down down down
Is pulling me down
I need your hand
We're tripping through the soundwave
And the weight of the choice
Always tests me on and on, on and on
We're falling into a black hole

The signals are triggered
This is the countdown to the final chase
I know that you feel it too
The energy sways with terror and grace
Stay with me
The waves brought us to this place
Perfectly pristine
We fall into outer space

We fall into outer space
We're falling
We fall into outer space
We're falling
We're falling

My memory is a broken mirror
Billions of galaxies are in every neuron
My imaginary friends are dead. I'm done!
Nothing to write on my gravestone

And the weight of the guilt
Is pulling me down
I need your hand
We're tripping through the soundwave
And the weight of the void
Disconnecting me on and on, on and on
We're still falling into a black hole

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