What's it like for me to see the colour red
What's it like to taste it, or remember it
I'm a structure, subject to a state of mind
Undefined in space/time and probably never will
We may try to find
Reasons for this glitch in the program
We were not meant
To question our mortality
From where we've come
To where we go
And in between
I taste the salt
Smell the perfume
I hear you breathe
If this ain't real
I can't believe in anything
We may try, we may find
Reasons for this, glitch in the program
We may try, we may find
Reasons for this, glitch that's in our minds
We're all finding ways to recover
Memories and thoughts from each other
We're all finding ways to discover
How we all descend from light
(How we descend from light)
We're all finding ways to recover
Ancient knowledge lost in the rubble
We're all finding ways to discover
How we all descend from light
How we descend from light
Even the best can fall apart
Ancient minds proclaimed
We're on the cusp of end of days
Then out of the corner of my mind
Your light blinds me
It's cast along the way
So never again will I return
We're all the same in the end