Digital Idiosyncrasies Paroles

galaxies
worth of space
for you and i
we're seperated
cut and dry
and i don't quite
understand
why this is necessary

bartender
how much is
that shot of
total clarity

mow down the clockwork
lets run to the north
build up this axis
fields covered in ice
the rhythm still beats on
under the fragile ground just one more
shot of clarity
on the rocks
no consequences

galaxies
worth of space
for you and i
we're seperated
cut and dry
and i don't quite
understand
why this is necessary