Their goal was to get lost Somewhere in between the apathy and the binary Our five travelers decided it was time to log off To count the cost To come face to face with their fatal flaws To skip some rocks Whatever those are They had sung songs before But they felt dead Clipping into the red Smashing up against the ceiling of humanity to try to stick inside a persons head It gets old fast Like we all tend to do So, they decided to chase after a new song They ran into the wonderlands And they looked for color They looked for rhythm They looked for daylight A break in the trees A whisper of wind The rush of a rapid They wanted to feel alive, and uncomfortable, and extremely sad, and overjoyed, and Cry on each others shoulders About death, and life, and jokes Fires, stars, and ghosts And love And the meaning of it all This digital life was not for them Not in a mean way They meant no offense It's not you, it's them But they needed more And they didn't know what more was But, they needed it So they went to find it And this, is that