Like vibrations I can feel you moving through the air
The interface lets me behave as if you were there
Strings of code and calculations which lead to bliss
Time and space all created by our consciousness
Objects just icons that allow us to interact
Don't be fooled into believing that you know the facts
Present past and future live together in one place
Fitness payoffs shroud our view of what defines this space
I'm searching for you but my eyes don't see what's real
What's real
An interface that shows me how to feel
To feel
I'm reaching for it but it's just beyond my grasp
My grasp
Our thoughts are free but our bodies weren't built to last
To last
Fool my senses to believe that all this is real
Can't help thinking what I'd see if I could just peel
A layer of this projection back to see what lies below
A plane of existence where conscious agents ebb and flow
Perceptions just side effects of our need to survive
Questions of mortality and what it means to be alive
Thoughts and feelings exist in a place beyond time
What does it truly mean to reach the end of the line
I'm searching for you but my eyes don't see what's real
What's real
An interface that shows me how to feel
To feel
I'm reaching for it but it's just beyond my grasp
My grasp
Our thoughts are free but our bodies weren't built to last
To last
The Phantom Atlas - Est-Ce Que? Lyrics
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English
Like vibrations I can feel you moving through the air
The interface lets me behave as if you were there
Strings of code and calculations which lead to bliss
Time and space all created by our consciousness
Objects just icons that allow us to interact
Don't be fooled into believing that you know the facts
Present past and future live together in one place
Fitness payoffs shroud our view of what defines this space
I'm searching for you but my eyes don't see what's real
What's real
An interface that shows me how to feel
To feel
I'm reaching for it but it's just beyond my grasp
My grasp
Our thoughts are free but our bodies weren't built to last
To last
Fool my senses to believe that all this is real
Can't help thinking what I'd see if I could just peel
A layer of this projection back to see what lies below
A plane of existence where conscious agents ebb and flow
Perceptions just side effects of our need to survive
Questions of mortality and what it means to be alive
Thoughts and feelings exist in a place beyond time
What does it truly mean to reach the end of the line
I'm searching for you but my eyes don't see what's real
What's real
An interface that shows me how to feel
To feel
I'm reaching for it but it's just beyond my grasp
My grasp
Our thoughts are free but our bodies weren't built to last
To last
The interface lets me behave as if you were there
Strings of code and calculations which lead to bliss
Time and space all created by our consciousness
Objects just icons that allow us to interact
Don't be fooled into believing that you know the facts
Present past and future live together in one place
Fitness payoffs shroud our view of what defines this space
I'm searching for you but my eyes don't see what's real
What's real
An interface that shows me how to feel
To feel
I'm reaching for it but it's just beyond my grasp
My grasp
Our thoughts are free but our bodies weren't built to last
To last
Fool my senses to believe that all this is real
Can't help thinking what I'd see if I could just peel
A layer of this projection back to see what lies below
A plane of existence where conscious agents ebb and flow
Perceptions just side effects of our need to survive
Questions of mortality and what it means to be alive
Thoughts and feelings exist in a place beyond time
What does it truly mean to reach the end of the line
I'm searching for you but my eyes don't see what's real
What's real
An interface that shows me how to feel
To feel
I'm reaching for it but it's just beyond my grasp
My grasp
Our thoughts are free but our bodies weren't built to last
To last
Writer: Jamie Floate
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