Solaris There's gentle ripples forming on your surface Disturbance You're restless Orbital motion Of particles and grains of sand Is there any meaning in these patterns? Islands appear all over you First just a few, then there's more and more Ripples appear I see it through When the fog clears For a brief moment The notion that technology equates emancipation Is a fairy tale It's quite eye-opening to take a look at history It hasn't really been so long Since our communication has become intercontinental With satellite phones and drones It hasn't really been that long Since our communication has gone intercontinental With cables, phone lines and missiles We have been getting so very used To the concept of immediacy To the point that we have sacrificed The last corners of our privacy It hasn't really been so long Since our communication has become intercontinental With satellite phones and drones It hasn't really been that long Since our communication has gone intercontinental Immerse yourself in (Cold white light) We've lost our shadows As our tungsten temples (Cold white light) Illuminated in a cold 6000 Kelvin white (Cold white light) With everything at our disposition (Cold white light) We're visible all the time (Cold white light) We've lost our shadows As our tungsten temples (Cold white light) Illuminated in a cold 6000 Kelvin white (Cold white light) With everything at our fingertips (Cold white light) We're always visible, all the time