We were born in a flash of blue
A thousand stars and none were true
Our hands reached out through silent screens
To touch the ghosts of what we've been
Reflections hum in silver lines
The pulse repeats but redefines
We see the world but not in its soul
Through the glass code
And every breath becomes a sign
Of what was lost in the design
Through the glass code
Your
face appears a mirrored light A glitch between the wrong and right
We are not
lucky enough to get something easily
But what can we do?
We are stubborn
We have fought till now
As
long as your hands are clean Those who beat the drum of shame for you
Shall dance to it themselves
Past is a waste paper Present is a newspaper
Future is a question paper So read and write carefully
Otherwise, your life will tissue paper
Maybe love was just a spark Running wild inside the dark
A signal lost,
a touch delayed A ghost inside the code we made
And if the sky forgets our names I'll let go,
still ignite the flame
Through the glass code Where nothing grows old