The light is weak enough
To let you speak
Ignore the right to fear

You’re bound by what you dream
Curiosity
The fruit of a plastic tree

Come closer I am here
And be my
Satellite
That’s what you are
My sinner

Come closer I am here
And be my
Dying light
You’re burning down

There’s no way out of me
There’s one way in
Just trust my eyes, you’ll see

My voice, its subtlety
My lips absolve
Is this fake all you need?

Don’t you want it?