歌詞

Think about it… you know it’s true

A self that seems to be there

But never really exists

You, too

Just something that looks like “you.”

Everything is a fragile afterimage

Something faint

Drifting in the air

Don’t try to focus

I like it blurred

Soft and hazy

Around the edges

Listen

There’s a warm, delicious scent

Floating through

Close your eyes

And you’ll notice it again

A self that seems to be there

But never really exists

You, too

Just something that looks like “you.”

Something sparking in the dark

A tiny crackle

Like a soft popping sound

Don’t try to focus

I like this dry, cool hush

See…

It feels like

Sleep is calling now